The next day, Feng Yuan and his group went straight to the small town where the flower field was located, tickets in hand. Because the local flower fields were exclusively for that perfume shop, there wasn't much of a tourist route along the way. Upon arriving in the town, Feng Yuan handed over the tickets and was guided to the entrance of the flower field.
A rich fragrance filled the air. Unlike Hua Street, the floral scent here was intense but not overwhelming. Feng Yuan glanced at Xiao Ji, who shook their head at him, relieving Feng Yuan of his worry. He had been concerned that Xiao Ji wouldn't be able to adapt to the aroma of the flower field, but now it seemed he had worried unnecessarily.
"As expected of a raw-material production site, it's not as spectacular as other flower fields."
