The vegetable patch wasn't large, so it wouldn't take much time to tend to it.
Moreover, Zhao Yang had noticed that Shen Wei's complexion was even fairer and more delicate than hers, a princess. She figured it must be because Shen Wei often worked in the garden, sweating under the sun, which gave her such radiant skin.
Zhao Yang gripped the hoe, recalling the methods Shen Wei had taught her, and began planting the vegetables step by step.
After working for nearly an hour, she finally finished planting the seedlings.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Zhao Yang looked at the slightly crooked seedlings and felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment—it was a feeling of joy and relaxation.
She glanced at herself in the mirror, noticing her rosy cheeks, and thought she looked quite pretty. After finishing her work and wiping away the sweat, Zhao Yang sat down for breakfast.
