Zhu Yanyi giggled. "So, Senior Brother Yaojie, you really know nothing. If you meet the right person, you should give them what they like. Even if chrysanthemums mean funerals in the West, if she likes them, you can give them."
"Give chrysanthemums? You can actually say that." Zhu Ziming couldn't help but laugh and cry.
Zhu Yanyi looked innocent. "What is wrong with chrysanthemums? In ancient times, they were one of the Four Gentlemen. They are proud and cold like snow. Tao Yuanming wrote, 'Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountain.' People also climbed mountains to admire them on the Double Ninth Festival. They wrote, 'I do not prefer chrysanthemums among flowers, but when they bloom, no other flowers remain.' and 'When the Double Ninth Day comes, I will return to enjoy the chrysanthemums.' Ancient people really liked them."
She looked regretful. "Modern people are strange. They think chrysanthemums are unlucky. They think they are only for dead souls. That is absurd. The real flower of the dead is the red spider lily. For me, chrysanthemums are medicine. They clear wind and heat, calm the liver, brighten eyes, and clear heat and detoxify. Drinking chrysanthemum tea is very comfortable."
"I say one word, and you have ten waiting for me," Zhu Ziming said helplessly.
Qu Zhong spoke fairly from the side. "You are wrong. I agree with Junior Sister. Flower meanings do not represent much. For doctors, flowers are mostly medicine. Peonies, peony herbs, platycodon, morning glory, ophiopogon, cockscomb, balsam, lily, fritillary, and dendrobium are all medicinal flowers. Not to mention, everyone knows honeysuckle clears heat and detoxifies. Lily bulbs are medicine for lungs, coughs, and calming the heart. Some families even plant honeysuckle and lilies."
"Second Senior Brother, we didn't say Junior Sister was wrong," Dong Bocao said helplessly. "We just think she is too practical. She lacks girl romance."
"Cough." Gu Jingtian looked at Dong Bocao disapprovingly. "Why do you say Junior Sister is too practical and lacks romance? She is only fourteen. What romance does she need? Fifth Brother, your thinking is wrong. You can be improper, but do not lead Junior Sister astray."
(⊙o⊙)… Dong Bocao didn't know what to say after Gu Jingtian spoke. He seemed to be really wrong.
The senior brothers and sisters chatted happily and returned to the Tian Market Square. The event started at 1:30 PM, so few people had returned. Representatives from other countries rarely visited Huaxia, so they went nearby to see local specialties.
"It seems we came too early." They returned to their seats. There were no other thoughts. Temporary tents were built here, one for each country. The tents kept them warm.
"Yanyi, I bought these roses. Should I put them here or take them back to our hotel?" Zhang Yan bought a large bunch of roses, about fifty or sixty stems.
Zhu Yanyi came over and took the large bunch. She smelled the fragrance slightly. Taking this opportunity, she injected a trace of her wood ability into the roses.