Si Mingjing, wrapped in a thick cashmere coat, came out and stood beside Mo Yinhe, helping him support a small tree sapling. She couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Planting a sapling is such a simple task. Couldn't you have just asked Fengjue for help?"
Mo Yinhe, seeing her temper about to flare, invoked his birthday privilege. "Today is my birthday."
Si Mingjing managed to suppress her irritation and suggested, "Why not plant peach blossoms?"
"Why plant peach blossoms?"
Lately, Si Mingjing had been binge-watching dramas. She always managed to find historical dramas themed around peach blossoms. In these shows, no matter how the protagonists fell in love, they inevitably ended up in a forest of peach blossoms, with petals fluttering beautifully to the ground.
Mo Yinhe found that tacky; he much preferred osmanthus flowers.
"Mingjing, after a gust of autumn wind, the ground covered in osmanthus flowers is also very beautiful, and they can be gathered to make tea," he said.
