Gu Shengyin looked at Chang Gensheng.
He was of intermediate height, with a somewhat thin face, wearing a half-new green robe, looking more like a delicate scholar than a merchant.
Gu Shengyin looked at her father's handsome and lean face, and understood from whom Chang Jiujiu had inherited her good looks.
The father of this body was indeed a middle-aged handsome uncle.
No wonder that even though Chang Gensheng was over thirty and had such a big daughter, matchmakers in town still came to propose marriages one after another.
Gu Shengyin walked to her father and said, "Father, a few days ago I went to the temple to burn incense, and on my way back, I picked up an ancient book with various flower cultivation methods. It is said that using those methods makes the flowers more vibrant than ordinary flowers and plants. I thought about buying some seeds to try it out."
Chang Gensheng asked in confusion, "Why haven't I heard you mention this before?"
