CHAPTER 390: CHAPTER 324 ARE FERTILIZING AND WATERING THE SAME THING?

At four thirty in the afternoon, Old Sir Qin leisurely arrived.

Qin Mei went to open the door.

"Grandpa." The little girl called out adorably, and Old Sir Qin smiled so hard his eyes crinkled into one yuan, "Good girl."

He walked in, and Rong Yan came out to see him.

"Grandpa."

"Ah. Come here, try these lychees, I bought them this morning, they’re still very fresh."

Rong Yan was pleasantly surprised by the gift Old Sir Qin brought; she indeed didn’t have the variety of lychee fruit in her space.

After consuming some, would it be possible to plant the leftover seeds in her space and grow her own lychees?

She reached out directly to accept them, "Grandpa, I really like this, thank you."

Old Sir Qin always appreciated his granddaughter-in-law’s straightforward personality, not coquettish like some others.

"If you like them, I’ll buy you more next time."

"There’s no need for that; we’ll buy them ourselves next time. Grandpa, don’t just stand there talking, come in and cool off inside first."

Old Master Qin nodded.

"I’m going to wash the lychees." Rong Yan took the bag of lychees to the well.

At this time, the well water was cooler than the tap water.

Qin Mei had good eyesight; seeing her sister-in-law washing the lychees, she ran to the kitchen and grabbed a basin.

Rong Yan placed all the freshly washed lychees into the basin.

It looked like there were quite a few, probably around two pounds.

"Let’s go eat some lychees."

Qin Mei followed her into the main room.

"Grandpa, you should try some too." Rong Yan offered several to the old man.

"I can’t eat too many, just one is fine." Old Master Qin rarely ate them.

"Eating a few is okay." Rong Yan knew the fruit was high in sugar, but as long as one didn’t overindulge, it was fine.

Especially since Old Master Qin’s blood sugar wasn’t too high.

Old Master Qin cheerfully accepted.

He felt that anything his granddaughter-in-law handed to him was delicious.

Qin Mei also began eating them, but she didn’t eat many.

When she saw her grandfather glancing over, she said, "We’ll eat dinner soon; eating too many of these will spoil our appetite."

"Meimei is right, better to have them after dinner." Then Old Master Qin saw her saving the seeds, "What are you going to do with those?"

Qin Mei quickly explained, "I want to plant them in the soil, so that next year, we can have lychees."

Old Master Qin couldn’t help but laugh at the remark.

The girl was naive in her youth.

Lychees couldn’t just be grown like that; it all hinged on the region and climate.

But seeing the little girl’s rare enthusiasm, he didn’t have the heart to shatter her innocent idea.

After all, give it some time, and perhaps she’ll forget about it altogether.

"Then grandpa will go with you."

He was quite interested in the small vegetable garden here.

He noticed that everything in it grew exceptionally well—he had even spotted melons.

And the vegetables seemed especially vibrant, much to his delight.

At his age, he was still quite interested in farming and gardening.

Rong Yan watched them, her grandfather and cousin, tinker with that little plot of land... and she had no intention of crowding them.

She took the opportunity to eat a few more lychees, and then tossed the seeds into the black soil of her space.

If lychees did indeed sprout from that black soil, she might be able to enjoy them in just a few days.

Qin Ye was busy in the kitchen by himself, and by the time he had brought all the dishes to the table, Qin Mei and Old Sir Qin had also washed their hands and returned.

"I didn’t expect you, kid, to have quite a talent for cooking," he said, noting that with his culinary skills, even without any other job, he could probably become a head chef at a state-owned restaurant or a factory cafeteria.

Qin Ye didn’t say anything, he just served the rice for everyone.

"Grandpa, you should eat a little more tonight," Rong Yan said, picking up a piece of braised pork with a mix of fat and lean for the old man.

Because she knew that, actually, the old man was quite fond of meat.

Old Sir Qin did indeed have a taste for it. At home, he was usually kept under strict control, with claims that it was for his health.

But he was in good health now!

Qin Ye served dishes to his wife; he wouldn’t serve anyone else.

The one who was the happiest during the meal was Old Sir Qin.

After dinner, he wasn’t in a hurry to leave, and when he saw Qin Ye washing the dishes and pots, he didn’t say anything.

In his eyes, there was no notion that men shouldn’t do these chores.

"Daughter-in-law, I heard you saved a little girl who fell into a well at the quadrangle near the alley entrance?"

"It was just lending a hand," Rong Yan smiled faintly; to her, it really wasn’t a big deal.

However, the old man seemed to have particularly good sources, as if he knew about every little stir and rustle that happened around here.

It could also be because their two families didn’t live too far apart.

"What a casual act of kindness," Old Sir Qin greatly admired these four words spoken by his granddaughter-in-law, thinking of her as magnanimous.

She had a sense of the bigger picture and style.

Rong Yan gave a small laugh; she couldn’t very well have ignored someone in need, could she?

The two chatted a while longer, until Qin Ye finished washing the dishes, then Rong Yan stood up to leave, "Grandpa, you chat with Qin Ye; I’m going to go out for a bit."

"No need, let Qin Ye accompany you, I should be heading back," said the old man, who did want to get closer and have a proper talk with his grandson, but when he saw that his grandson’s attention wasn’t really on him, the old man.

He thought better of it, not wanting to get in his grandson’s way.

Rong Yan suggested, "Then let’s walk you back together, Qin Ye and I!"

Old Sir Qin wanted to decline, but then thought walking together sounded nice.

And after they accompanied him home, the young couple could go out on their own, so it wouldn’t hold them back.

"That would be fine."

Rong Yan promptly called Qin Mei to join them as well. It wasn’t good for the young girl to stay at home all day.

"Meimei, come on, we’ll walk Grandpa home together."

"...Okay," Qin Mei ran over.

Rong Yan asked Qin Ye to pick a watermelon to bring along.

When Qin Ye’s wife gave an order, his follow-through was very strong; he immediately went to the small plot of land and picked a watermelon.

Old Master Qin didn’t refuse, as he was rather fond of the watermelons from this area.

"Daughter-in-law, what kind of fertilizer did you use on this soil?" he asked. "How is it that these melons seem to be growing so well?" On such a small patch of earth, these watermelons seemed to be growing endlessly.

Batch after batch... how many had there been? Quite a lot, right?

Just before he had come to dinner, he had noticed that there were more than a dozen watermelons, large and small, still growing.

This was almost too prolific, wasn’t it?

If every melon farmer’s field could grow this many watermelons... wouldn’t that mean producing a great many watermelons? Earning quite a bit of money?

Rong Yan: ...

Alright! So it was finally noticed that something was amiss.

That’s when Qin Ye chimed in, "We’ve been diligent with the fertilizer."

Rong Yan: ...

Old Sir Qin: "..."

Suddenly, he didn’t feel like eating watermelon anymore.

"The cucumbers we had for dinner, were they also fertilized?"