Fu Lanshen narrowed his eyes, calculating in his mind. There was another piece of empty land at the back, and he needed to quickly buy more seedlings to plant while her foot hadn't fully recovered.
After a busy afternoon, the two of them finally filled the open space with flowers and plants.
A breeze swept through, bringing waves of floral fragrance. With this scent of flowers, it felt as if all the hard work was worth it.
Fu Lanshen had a good hand at practical tasks, and he even personally built a grape trellis.
Mu Qingli pointed at the trellis and said, "When it's really summer, we'll buy a rocking chair to put under the grape trellis. We'll lie on it to cool off, listening to music, and if we get thirsty, we can pick a bunch of grapes to eat. At night, we can lie on the rocking chair to count the stars, and on Qixi Festival, we might even overhear the Cowherd and Weaver Girl's conversation beneath the trellis..."