Chapter 100: Lin Feng’s unusual talent

The youth lifted his chin slightly, his eyes shining with pride, not bothering to hide his narcissistic words.

This was a talent Lin Feng had always been proud of, even in his previous life.

Wei Ranmiao and Bai Jianning both resisted the urge to pat his head. For some reason, they had suddenly felt the inexplicable urge to do so.

"Ahem. All right, go and get busy, then. We have a lot to do tomorrow with the tomb-sweeping rituals, so enjoy yourselves as much as you can today."

The two teenagers nodded obediently.

Bai Jianning went upstairs to play games in her room, while Lin Feng headed to the garden with the servants carrying the flowerpots.

As a devout Buddhist, Lin Feng believed that his talent for growing plants must have been a blessing earned through the good deeds he had performed in his previous life, when he had often engaged in charitable acts.

Now that he had confirmed that the cycle of reincarnation was real, Lin Feng intended to do as much good deeds as possible in this life and accumulate karmic merit.

He wanted to accumulate merit for the original Lin Feng, for Mother Lin, for the souls of everyone dear to him, and for Hou Yizhen.

If he continued accumulating merit through good deeds, perhaps even the Palace of the Underworld would be moved by his efforts once more.

Then, in his next reincarnation, Lin Feng might be blessed with a life free of worries. He might even be reunited with his beloved in the next life.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng felt energized from head to toe. He was practically glowing with enthusiasm.

The servants who were busy around him watched him with warm eyes.

Many of the manor’s servants had served the Bai family for generations.

Bai Yufei had once been the Bai family’s treasured flower.

Even after her death, the child she had left behind was cherished even more dearly, as though he were a priceless treasure they feared might break if they held him too tightly or melt if they kept him too close.

It was only around past two in the afternoon.

Lin Feng looked up at the skies.

Ideally, watering the plants and flower would be best done early in the morning, around six to nine in the morning in this season.

But from the appearance of the flowerpots, they clearly had been a little too dry. It was likely that the flowers were already moved to the stalls in preparation for the Chaoyang Garden Festival before six in the morning and had not been watered the whole day, as they were a little listless to Lin Feng’s eyes.

In the current cooler spring weather, they could not water the flowers and plants too late in the afternoon. Watering them too late in the afternoon would cause the soil and plant canopy to stay damp and cold for the entire night until early morning.

In Beijing’s early April climate, the temperatures at night tended to be quite cold. This prolonged, cold dampness would only create a breeding ground for all kinds of fungal diseases, and it could also chill the plant’s root system.

Lin Feng decided to water the plants now. The current midday sun was not harsh enough to burn the plants, and the remaining daylight could ensure that the soil’s surface would dry out comfortably before nightfall.

Humming a tune, the youth personally arranged the flowerpots on temporary locations.

He would transplant them into flower beds once they had more energy and life. For now, he would focus on nurturing the flowers to help them recover their vibrancy.

While fine water droplets moistened the soil, Lin Feng who was holding a watering can felt a tug on his pants.

"Hmm?"

Looking down, he saw a small, furry creature. It was small but plump, with a thick bushy tail and a very dark brown fur, complete with adorable, prominent ear tufts.

The youth blinked.

It was a squirrel.

Lin Feng did not know since when, but the squirrel seemed to have went back and forth a few times already in the garden, gathering a few blossoming buds on his feet.

The squirrel looked up at the youth with its wet, beady eyes while holding a flower bud on its two small paws. From Lin Feng’s position, it felt as if the squirrel was offering up the flower bud to him.

It was very lovely and adorable.

Lin Feng could not help but smile. He quickly finished watering the remaining flowerpots, and finally put down the watering can.

Then, holding his knees together, he gently squatted down in front of the squirrel, trying his best not to startle it.

Fortunately, the squirrel was very bold and did not run away. It even boldly held out its paws again, wanting to give the flower bud to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng’s wet, amber eyes were wide. ’So it really wants to give me the flowers,’ he marveled, feeling both a little excited and nervous.

Although he had been pretty affable with little animals in the previous life, it was still the first time that Lin Feng was approached so actively but a non-domesticated little animal.

Without saying anything, the boy held out a hand in front of the squirrel, moving slowly.

Then, the squirrel put down the flower bud on his palm.

Lin Feng: !!!

It felt as if the flowers bloomed around him again, and the sun shone brightly on skies above.

The boy’s eyes shone brilliantly, a bright smile formed on his lips. Something very soft and feathery seemed to brush over him. His palm felt ticklish, his heart felt ticklish, and he felt the urge to laugh.

This was the charm of small, furry cubs.

Chuckling in a low, faint voice, he whispered to the squirrel. "Thank you."

The squirrel tilted its head, picked up another flower bud, nibbled on it, and looked up at Lin Feng again.

Lin Feng: Did the squirrel want him to eat the flower bud as snack too?

Although Lin Feng found it cute, he could not bring himself to eat the flower bud, it was just not hygienic.

He bade farewell to the squirrel, stood up, and stretched, before choosing the flowers he wanted to bring tomorrow to give to the ancestors of the Bai and Lin families.

Tomorrow, after visiting the ancestral graves of the Lin family, he would also have to head to the Bai family.

It would be a very busy period.