"Sister-in-law, is your jasmine plant still okay?" He Teng scratched his head, "Why do all the jasmines that Zhilan bought look like they're dying? Especially the mimosa, all its leaves have fallen off. She's returning tomorrow morning, I'm afraid she'll cry if she sees this."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng's wife burst into laughter, "And here I thought it was something serious. I'll come over and have a look! Normally, a jasmine plant should survive with daily watering."
After asking Chen Zheng to keep an eye on the kitchen stove, Chen Zheng's wife followed He Teng to his place across the door. Upon entering and catching a glance at the four pots on the windowsill, even she was stunned. In less than six days, except for the cactus that seemed slightly better off, the rest looked like pickled vegetables.
"He Teng, did you water the plants while Zhilan was away?" Chen Zheng's wife asked.
He Teng nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I watered them! Several times a day!"
