"Where are the flowers?" Qiao Mei asked curiously.
Qiao Mei's serious expression made the old man laugh. This young lady did not feel that he was lying to her. How interesting.
"It's not the flowering season yet. You can take a look at the booklet. There's a picture of it when the flowers are blooming." The old man smiled and handed a booklet to the two of them.
Qiao Mei flipped through the booklet. There were pictures of all kinds of camellias inside, and in different colors like white, pink and red. There was even one that was actually dual-colored, half the flower was white and the other half was pink.
Qiao Mei pointed at the picture in the booklet and asked, "How much is this variant?"
"Young lady, you have good taste, but this one isn't for sale. After so many years, I've only managed to cultivate this one tree. Take a look at the others," the old man said.
Qiao Mei rolled her eyes and closed the booklet angrily.
