My name is Luo Xiaoman, from the flower shop.
There is a pot of Nandina bamboo in the store, and he calls himself Zhu Rong, the God of Fire, and wants the C position every day.
There is a pot of rosemary, and she is the first to lead people astray. She is quite serious about accompanying her master to take the postgraduate entrance examination.
There is a pot of aloe vera, data control, Sichuan pronunciation level 10, and Fang Fang calls him master when he sees it.
There is also a pot of pothos, which opens a different dimension whenever there is a fight. He just wants to protect the girl who doesn't like to talk.
I thought this was the limit.
Until that night, a pot of tiger thorn plum opened my door.
Zhu Rong: I was stabbed! Come on!
Luo Xiaoman: You are a god of fire, but you can't even beat a potted flower?
Zhu Rong: ... It breaks defense!
Later I learned that these guys all came from the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
And I became their shit shoveler.
There is no domineering president, no counterattacking son-in-law,
There are just a bunch of mythical beasts who don't want to be gods, and a boss who wants to cry.
If you are tired, you can come and sit in the flower shop.
The plants here will talk to you.
