Zhao Nuan Yang was an art student and a skilled floral arranger. With his deft hands, he could arrange even the most common, unnamed wildflowers into beautiful and elegant flower baskets.
Zhao Nuanyue spent the entire day working without rest, weaving a total of ten flower baskets in various shapes.
That evening after dark, Zhao Nuanyue took the three baskets she was most pleased with and went to Li Guihua's house. Li Qiong had some free time, so she went along with Zhao Nuanyue.
Li Minglan opened the door and saw Zhao Nuanyue and Li Qiong. Her eyes lit up, especially at the sight of the small baskets in Zhao Nuanyue's hands. She immediately reached for one, holding it to examine it closely. "Ms. Nuan Yue, did you weave this?" she praised.
"Yes, I did. Do you like it?" Zhao Nuanyue asked with a smile. "If you do, it's yours."
