The flower-growing soul has an uncertain identity, only farming is stable

Chapter 290 Gambling

The atmosphere became lively, but the three elders of Mr. Mao looked unhappy. They were not feudal people, but Mao Xiaocha's skirt was too short, and the eyes of the people around her were too eager, which made them feel uncomfortable.

All those present were children of aristocratic families, and after being amazed at the first sight, they restrained their expressions.

Mao Xiaocha was extremely satisfied with everyone's reactions. She didn't notice the hand Mao's mother extended to her, but sat down next to Ouyang Cheng.

"Brother Cheng, this is the flower cake I made myself, try it!"

Ouyang Cheng was very considerate and picked up one to taste and commented: "It tastes good!"

Mao Xiaocha was very proud. She walked around the living room with the plate. When it was Meng Ke's turn, the plate was empty. She covered her mouth and apologized, "I'm sorry! The flower cakes are gone. Will sister be angry?"

Meng Ke leaned in Qingyou's arms, looking nonchalant: "It's okay! I'm not used to eating out."

"I heard Sister Meng is an orphan. Is there so much to pay attention to?"

Qingyou narrowed her eyes, but before she got angry, Mao Xiaocha quickly apologized: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm just not good at speaking. Sister Meng won't blame me, right?"

Qingyou hugged Mengke into his arms: "Since you know my wife is an orphan, don't call me sister. After all, the dead can't speak."

These words were very serious. When Mao Xiaocha heard this, tears rolled down her cheeks. She turned around and fell softly onto the sofa next to her, and was held firmly by Ouyang Cheng.

Her pretty face turned slightly red, and she pushed Ouyang Cheng away reservedly, covering her face and shrinking into Mao's mother's arms, looking like a shy girl.

Mr. Mao stood up and said, "Mr. Qing, Ms. Meng, please come this way. We just moved to the Alliance and don't have anything special to show for ourselves. We just planted some inexpensive flowers in the garden. I hope this will be a small token of our gratitude!"

Mao Xiaocha jumped over and hugged Grandpa Mao's hand: "Grandpa, those flowers were carefully cultivated by you and mom. Some varieties are not even available in the alliance. How can they be worthless?"

"You girl!"

Old Master Mao felt sorry for his granddaughter and finally endured his words of blame.

The Mao family villa is not big, and the precious flowers are planted in the sunroom on the roof. It is a bit crowded for the group to go in, so Grandpa Mao asked Mao's father to entertain the others and only took Meng Ke and the other person in to choose flowers.

Meng Ke took a quick look and found that she had all these varieties, but they didn't grow as well as the ones in her house, so she didn't want to choose one.

Qingyou also realized that there was nothing they needed here, but the old man was well-intentioned and wanted to thank him for rescuing his granddaughter, so he randomly pointed to a pot of plants that were growing better.

Unexpectedly, Mao Xiaocha immediately rushed over to protect the potted flower: "This is a fragrant lily that the alliance doesn't have. I worked hard to grow it, so I can't give it to you."

Old Man Mao felt embarrassed. He had just said that people could choose at any time, but his granddaughter came to spoil his plans. The more he spoiled her, the more unruly she became.

"Little tea!"

The old man's voice was intimidating without being angry, but Mao Xiaocha, who was pampered at home, was not afraid at all. She stuck out her tongue at Qingyou and said, "I'm not giving it to you!"

Look as innocent as you can.

Green pomelo was dispensable, so it didn't matter if others didn't give it to him. So he took the initiative to hand a ladder to Mr. Mao: "It's good to grow this flower here. I don't know how to grow it, so I don't waste it."

Mao Xiaocha raised his chin proudly: "Humph! It's good that you have self-knowledge. But if you really want to take me away, that's fine. I'll support you with 100,000 yuan a month."

Qingyou refused: "No need!"

After saying that, he turned around and led the way out of the garden.

I went to the living room on the first floor and wanted to say goodbye, but Mao's father came over with the pot of flowers that Qingyou had just pointed at: "Xiaocha is ignorant, don't mind it, I'll carry it to the car for you later."

Mao Xiaocha ran over angrily and glared at Meng Ke: "Is it because you don't like me that you let Brother Qingyou choose my favorite pot?!"

Meng Ke hadn't expected that she had been just a small follower throughout the whole process, and that the fire could even burn her. Please forgive her incomprehension. She was stunned for a moment before asking seriously, "Have you reached the intermediate level of planter?"

Mao Xiaocha folded his arms and glanced at Meng Ke: "Humph! The teacher said that I have the strength of an intermediate planter."

Meng Ke, however, poured a bucket of cold water on him: "Your mental strength is only D, you can't reach the standard of an intermediate planter. And that flower, only an intermediate planter can grow it so well."

"What do you mean!? You're saying I didn't plant this flower?"

"Well! You can't grow it."

Meng Ke was very sure of this.

"I'm so sorry, I planted this flower. If you can't do something yourself, don't think everyone is as useless as you!"

Meng Ke raised an eyebrow: "You said I'm useless?"

"Humph!"

Mao Xiaocha snatched the flower from his father's arms and put it on the table: "If you can grow a pot of the same one, I will give it to you."

Meng Ke wanted to confirm: "Are these flowers given as a thank you to Qingyou, or are they used for gambling?"

"Do you dare to gamble?"

Oh! I see. I don't want to use this as a thank you gift, but I can use it to slap someone in the face.

Fine! Since she wants to do so, I'll grant her wish.

There were Mao Xiaocha's followers in the living room. Some of them didn't know Meng Ke, but when they heard that the two were going to gamble, they naturally stood on Mao Xiaocha's side.

"Wait! This bet is unfair to Xiaocha. If you win, you get a pot of flowers, and if Xiaocha wins, you get nothing. Isn't this a sure win for you?"

The man was talking so excitedly that he didn't even notice the people around him patting him on the shoulder.

Just as Mao Xiaocha was about to make a request, she heard her grandfather cough, meaning that she should stop.

But she was immersed in the joy of slapping Qingyou's wife in the face, so how could she stop?

So he pointed at Meng Ke's nose and said, "If you lose, Qingyou will be my follower for a month."

Meng Ke couldn't help but chuckle, then turned to ask Qing You: "Do you want to bet?"

"Whatever you want! But if you want to gamble, the stakes should be equal."

"That's right!"

Meng Ke kissed Qingyou and stated her conditions under Mao Xiaocha's jealous gaze: "You heard it too. We can agree to this bet, but the premise is that the stakes have to be changed."

"What do you want to change?"

She won't lose anyway, so it doesn't matter who she replaces.

Meng Ke really didn't want to have anything to do with someone like Mao Xiaocha, so she said, "If you lose, just post this message on Guangwang: If you harass Qingyou again, I'll be trash!"

Mao Xiaocha was so angry that she jumped up and down: "What do you mean! Why do you restrict me from dating Qingyou?"

Meng Ke raised an eyebrow: "Do you agree?"

"Okay! I promise! You can't win anyway! Also, you can't ask my grandfather for lily seeds. You have to rely on yourself."

"Row!"

"Three months is enough, right? I'll give you three months to grow a pot of fragrant lilies. You have to grow them yourself. If you ask someone else to grow them, you lose!"

Meng Ke was rather curious: "How are you going to supervise me?"

"You can find the seeds and plant them at my house. I'll supervise you. You can also give me access to your sunroom. You're not allowed to enter the sunroom without my permission. Oh, right! You don't have a sunroom at home, do you? Of course! I heard that the Alliance Apartments don't have sunrooms. Well, I'll be kind enough to give you a corner."

Meng Ke looked at her enjoying herself, feeling speechless. Finally, after she finished speaking, she took out a pot, took out a piece of fragrant lily rhizome, and stuffed it into the soil.

Mao Xiaocha hadn't expected Meng Ke to actually have lily of the valley seeds. She had initially been a bit worried she might actually be able to grow them, but then she saw Meng Ke roughly pressing the rhizomes into the soil. She couldn't help but laugh, "That's it? You don't even know the first sentence the planting teacher said, and you still dare to bet with me! How hilarious!"

After saying that, she looked at Qingyou pitifully and said, "Brother Qingyou, look at her. She can't do anything. Isn't this hurting you?"

Qingyou replied slowly, "How about if she loses, the bet is void?"

"That's impossible! We agreed on a bet, how can we go back on our word?"

Qingyou's smile didn't reach her eyes: "You are right, a man must keep his word, otherwise he is not worthy of being a man."