"I'm exhausted! Every weekend is like this, too busy to even catch my breath."
Xiao Meng turned around, seeing her father wipe his sweat and retreat into the glass house. She noticed Xing Chang greeting him warmly amidst the hustle. Mayor Ma had helped a lot when the Botanical Garden first opened.
"Uncle Su."
Mayor Ma's address seemed quite close and familiar. Su Chengji had led the earliest group of parents and children in a circle around the garden since the morning, his mouth dry from introducing the plants and flowers. Upon entering, he saw that the tea had already been brewed, skipped the small tea cup, grabbed a large tea mug, and poured the tea straight in, drinking it down!
Su Xiaomeng raised her eyebrows at the sight of the large tea mug in Su Chengji's hand, reminiscent of the 1960s and 70s, and couldn't help but mutter,
"Dad, where'd you get such a tea mug?"
