He pushed open the door and entered the flower shop.
The fragrant aroma that hit him made Qiuqiu's mood turn delightfully pleasant, its long tail resting slightly on Shao Zifeng's travel bag as it gently swayed.
Under the soft lighting inside the flower shop, various flowers and plants competed in splendor, their petals glistening under the light.
"Hello, sir."
Hearing a customer enter, a girl wearing a headscarf stood up from between the flower racks.
She was dressed in a retro peasant long dress, with strands of golden hair faintly visible under the headscarf.
This girl seemed to be seeing a foreigner for the first time; her expression was slightly hesitant, she put down her watering can, and walked toward Shao Zifeng, "May I ask if you are ordering a custom bouquet, a gift box, or selecting houseplants?"
Fearing that Shao Zifeng might not understand, the blonde girl deliberately slowed down her speech.
