The Poisonous Tongue Spirit Plant Forces Me: Exhaust Gas Has Turned into Spiritual Energy

My name is Su Xiaotang. I used to be an ordinary florist, but now I am the "humble shoveler" of plants. My Pothos urges me to buy milk tea base every day, Succulent is addicted to live broadcasts and acts cute, Mint thinks humans are too dirty, and Rose asks for limited edition lipstick when she opens her mouth. And I want to use this group of ancestors: Turn formaldehyde into desserts, let the smog bloom, help the barbecue stall get environmental certification, and tell funny jokes to the underground thousand-year-old polluting beast. Sign up for My Life now, is there still time to return it?