It was yet another day.
"Good morning, Mr. Store Manager!"
Early in the morning, Little Celery saw Zhang Zian standing by the door of the store and immediately ran over to say hello.
"Hey, Little Celery. Good morning."
Zhang Zian was observing the swallowtail butterfly larva by the store next door. He took the opportunity to wave at Little Celery.
Little Celery ran forward and copied him. She also went to take a look at the larva.
"Has it become a larva?" she asked.
"Yes."
"That's great! How long will it take for a beautiful butterfly to emerge from it?" She was looking forward to it.
"Well, it won't take long." Zhang Zian nodded. "Did Little Celery give some thought as to what she will be writing for her composition?"
"Yes, I did, and I am done!"