Chen An'an went back home and started her usual routine.
Digging soil, watering trees, transplanting flowers.
She also gave her favorite Little Grass a sip of her dad's beloved hot tea, and then it would... die on the same day.
She'd dress up the little tree she admired in a floral skirt and hang a small bell on it.
Its survival for seven days depended solely on luck.
If it died, she'd feel sad too, shedding a tiny tear.
Then she'd turn on her computer, which was even bigger than herself, and start online shopping.
The little fellow was indeed quite clever, often buying all sorts of random stuff.
Like a little house for the tree to live in, cat food for dogs.
Utterly useless stuff.
She didn't care about the price; after all, she was using her mom's card.
Her dad had said that girls should be raised in luxury, so how much could she possibly spend on things the trees liked?