Picking Sour Apricots

Going beyond the limit is as bad as falling short. If the seedlings were given too much water, they would drown.

"Got it!" Zhuang Zhuang nodded and eagerly scooped water over the plants. He carried a small bucket and walked around like a busy bee.

Xiaoguo had already washed her hands and was about to return to the house. To her surprise, Zhuang Zhuang was still working hard.

"Let's go into the house after you're done watering the plants." Xiaoguo called out to him. Although the temperature was not too high now, the sun was still not to be underestimated. After staying outdoors for a short period of time, one's exposed skin under the sun would feel like it was burning. At this moment, Zhuang Zhuang's little face was flushed and sweat was dripping from the tip of his nose.

"Right away!"

After saying that, Zhuang Zhuang continued with his work.