This is truly rare

"Mr. Ye, you've worked hard. You handle things so efficiently—your reputation is well deserved." After taking the flash drive, He Ping poured Ye Chen a cup of hot tea.

After taking a sip of tea, Ye Chen said, "Not at all. It's my honor to write songs for you."

"I'll listen to them first, then get in touch with you afterward," He Ping replied with a smile.

Ye Chen replied, "All right. My phone number is 13*********."

He Ping took out his phone and saved Ye Chen's number.

Ye Chen's gaze drifted involuntarily toward the window.

Outside the window, the old man was still pulling up the white radishes from the field one by one, inspecting them with a pained, dejected expression. But every radish he pulled up was rotten—black and mushy, not a single one edible.

After saving Ye Chen's number, He Ping said with a smile, "That's my father, He Aiguo. Now that he's retired and has nothing to do, he wanted to grow some vegetables to pass the time. This year's white radishes all rotted from the inside out, and he's heartbroken over it."

"Looks like black root disease in radishes," Ye Chen replied.

A glimmer lit up in He Ping's eyes as he asked with a smile, "Mr. Ye, you know about growing vegetables too? There aren't many young people these days who do."

"I know a little. May I go take a look at the radishes?" Ye Chen replied.

"Of course. I'll take you over," He Ping promptly said.

There was now even more admiration in the way He Ping looked at Ye Chen.

It seemed Ye Chen really was extraordinary. He probably not only knew how to treat people, but plants as well. He was an expert.

Ye Chen followed He Ping toward He