Apricot pink flowers are very rare, and the cup-shaped shape is half-open and unopened. They look like a pink little girl, fresh and beautiful.

Zi Lan drew the last stroke, put down the stroke, looked carefully, and nodded with satisfaction. The paint this time was also good.

"Is that good, I've grown up."

A clear and moist voice came from behind.

Zi Lan smiled and turned around. Cui Hao was wearing a stone-green cloud-patterned robe. He stood there in a tall posture and watched her paintings for a long time.

"Why are you here? Mu Xiang comes to tea."

"After a while, they said you were drawing, so I'll come and take a look."

Cui Hao smiled gently at her, his eyes flashed with a pleasant light, and he missed him very much after not seeing him for many days.

"How is my drawing? This is my new variety. I plan to send it to the flower shop. I will take the opportunity to draw a copy as a souvenir."

Zi Lan's eyes were curved and her smile was full of smiles.

"Not bad, full of charm, beautiful and beautiful. This pot of flowers is really beautiful."

Cui Hao also praised him.

Zi Lan was also very proud. She had been asking for this pink rose seed at a high price. The cultivation process took some effort and was reluctant to take it out. Now there are more varieties of spiritual flowers in the space flower garden and it has already emerged, so she is willing to take it out.

"It looks good. I couldn't bear to sell it, but I got some seeds from other flowers to cultivate, so I didn't care about this pot anymore. I still kept two pots."

However, for such a treasure that is hard to find, flower shops have always followed the rule of selling only one pot, so the price is extremely high. Otherwise, how could the flower shop recover the cost so quickly and make a profit quickly? Is it a huge profit?"

"Yes, and I'm going to take it to Xianglou for auction."

Zi Lan shook her head happily, not to mention how proud she was.

"Every time your flowers are robbed crazy, the price is really scary, and you are really ruthless."

Cui Hao remembered that she had also produced several pots of good flowers before, and the good guy could buy two shops for the pot of flowers.

Zi Lan glanced at him, "Hey, why are you talking? I'm willing to fight and be beaten, I need to give gifts."

"I know, you gave the old lady of the Ma family a golden camellia. Mr. Ma has been showing off to my grandfather a lot and he has been comparing my grandfather. The old man has been unhappy for several days. Unfortunately, your flower is going to be auctioned, otherwise I will have it."

Cui Hao looked at it, but he was embarrassed to come over at such a high price.

"What kind of flowers does Grandpa Cui likes? Are you going to give gifts?"

"He is about to celebrate his birthday, so I'm wondering what gift is appropriate."

"Hey, I can send flowers, thanks to you reminding me, what flowers does Grandpa Cui like?"

Zilan's eyes lit up, yes, there is no need to worry about giving gifts.

"He likes..., why would I tell you? Snatch my idea."

Cui Hao almost slutted and glared at her.

"If you don't say it, I have something to give it to you anyway. Besides this rose, I have other precious flowers. Anyone chooses a pot and it's the most beautiful."

Zilan pouted, it’s rare.

"Then I won't tell you, we will prepare our own things and will not interfere with each other."

"You're sure to lose."

Zi Lan glared at him and snorted.

The two were dissatisfied with each other like children, but Zilan was not worried at all. Grandpa Cui is a literati, and he chose a precious pot for plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum to be loved by him. Especially orchids are the most admired by literati and poets, and are synonymous with noble and beautiful beauty.

She thought about it and nodded, and had a suitable variety in her heart, lotus petal orchid, the most expensive variety among orchids.

Seeing that her expression had changed, Cui Hao held her hand and asked, "You have something to give it to you, but you can't give it to you. I thought of it first, don't snatch it with me."

"Did you say goodbye?"

"But I've been very busy lately and I don't have time to go out. It takes time to buy antiques. I don't know if I can buy good flowers."

Cui Hao touched his nose and guru.

"If you ask me, I will give you the flowers I gave to Grandpa Cui. I'm just going to pick an antique to give it."

Zi Lan put his hands behind his back, his head high, waiting for him to beg for him. At this time, the airs must be pulled up and the time to enjoy the sour and refreshing moment is coming.

Cui Hao couldn't help laughing. Why is this little look so popular?

As he said that, he bowed to her with his fists, "Auntie, please."

Zilan shook his head proudly, with happy eyebrows and eyes curved, and smiled twice and nodded with satisfaction, "Well, I have a pot of lotus petals and orchids in my house, so I'll send it to you later."

Cui Hao's eyes lit up and he hurriedly got up and took her hand, "It's true, you can't lie to me."

"What do you do? I gave me the serious quality, no less than the golden camellia of the Ma family. This time I will definitely be able to regain my face. Those who believe in me will have eternal life."

Zi Lan patted his shoulder with a pian.

"Go, don't talk nonsense, okay, then I'll wait. You'll turn around and let me take a look. I'll get it a day in advance and give my grandfather a surprise."

Cui Hao rubbed his hands happily, and he rarely had such emotions.

He was raised by Old Man Cui and was even more close to his grandfather and grandmother. Even if he had the heart, he would be willing to tell them both of them and would not say a word to his parents.

Seeing that he was so happy, Zilan knew that he was really close to Grandpa Cui, so he agreed.

"Then what did you give me the gift?"

"I will choose a pair of calligraphy and paintings to give it to you. In recent years, I have regularly booked good goods at several antique stores. If there are good goods, they will pick them first. I chose them and kept them. They will sell the other things I don't want, so I have a lot of inventory in my hand.

They give me convenience and I give them convenience too. If you want to auction the good goods, I will give them a good location to ensure that they are satisfied."

These antique calligraphy and paintings are prepared for gifts from Song Zhengtian and his son in the future. If you make a lot of money, you are not afraid of spending money. This is the foundation of a family. If you don’t accumulate it in a critical situation, you can’t buy it with money.

"Smart. Let me tell you, my grandfather likes it the most..."

The two of them chatted and returned to the yard intimately.

Cui Hao told her grandfather who likes the most and whose paintings, and she could also add a painting that she satisfies herself.

My grandfather was also very happy, and it might not be expensive. The key is to have a good vision and unique appreciation ability. My grandfather likes smart people the most, or truly talented and unique talents.

Zi Lan got these little secrets and could please Grandpa Cui, the head of Grandpa Cui, and no one in the Cui family dared to bully her in the future.

Obviously Cui Hao understood this better, otherwise such a thing would have been a taboo. It was just because she would be a member of the Cui family in the future.

"You can't tell me what I told you to others, otherwise it will cause trouble for my grandfather."

Cui Hao still explained.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid. I won't tell the second person either, even my father and my brother."
Chapter completed!