My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 41 All
So he walked over, pretending not to have heard their conversation, and asked, "What's wrong, Uncle Lao Gen?"

"Hello, I'd like to buy some tomatoes."

Before Zhang Tiegen could speak, Liu Yinhuan spoke first.

"Uh, this vegetable is a bit expensive, it costs two yuan per pound, I don't know if you can accept that."

Although he knew the woman was wealthy and might not care about the price, Chen Ling still made a routine comment.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tiegen couldn't help but say, "Fugui, this is my niece, you..."

"My uncle is fine, I can accept it. It's mainly for the child's food, so it doesn't matter if it's a bit expensive..."

Liu Yinhuan chuckled, revealing her white teeth: "This child doesn't usually like to eat vegetables, and rarely eats fruit either. It's a good thing that he wants to eat vegetables now. Otherwise, eating meat every meal would be very unhealthy."

Goodness, in this day and age, they're not satisfied with having meat at every meal and they also want to be particular about healthy eating. They're definitely not your average family.

Chen Ling nodded: "Okay, how many do you want?"

Upon hearing this, the chubby Liang Yiming immediately shouted, "I want all of these!"

Zhang Tiegen shuddered in fright and hurriedly said, "Xiaoming, let me tell you, this big basket weighs over a hundred jin."

Liu Yinhuan chimed in, "Yes, Xiaoming, it's so heavy. If we buy it, how are we going to carry it back?"

Zhang Tiegen choked up immediately.

Is that what I meant?

I mean, this basket weighs about a hundred pounds, and at two yuan per pound, that's a lot of money.

The mother and daughter seemed completely unconcerned.

Has he finally climbed the phoenix tree? It seems he no longer values ​​a few hundred yuan as money.
"That's easy. Just have Dad bring the car over, we can buy the big baskets too, put them in the car and take them with us, that'll do..."

The chubby boy pouted, "Mom, you're so stupid, you didn't even think of that."

After saying that, he held several tomatoes in his arms, picked one up, and was about to take a bite.

Liu Yinhuan quickly stopped her: "You're not allowed to eat anymore. Are you going to eat anything else later? Dad and Grandpa made so many delicious things."

Chen Ling said from the side, "It's fine for children to eat a few of these. They're mostly juice, and once they're in their stomachs, they actually stimulate their appetite."

“Ask Uncle Lao Gen. He ate a cucumber and two tomatoes before his meal. Not long after, when it was time to eat, he ate two big steamed buns and a bowl of stew.”

"Children's stomachs are more active than the elderly's, so the effects will only be better."

Wang Tiegen was stunned: "It really is true. My appetite has decreased a lot in recent years. I usually only eat one steamed bun. I actually ate so much today."

Upon hearing this, the chubby boy immediately grinned happily: "Silly Mom, I'm a big eater, woof woof..."

The chubby boy started munching on a tomato again.

Tomatoes, with their sweet and sour taste, are naturally appealing to women and children, not to mention those grown with the spring water of Dongtian Creek, which elevate their flavor to a whole new level.

It's only natural that the chubby boy thinks it tastes good.

"Okay, okay, Mom is a silly mom. Mom will go back and call Dad so he can drive over."

Liu Yinhuan was both amused and exasperated, so she turned around and left with the chubby boy.

“Car, Fugui, did you hear that? Someone has a car and is driving it over to buy groceries.” Guo Baolai said, his eyes wide, his face full of dents and stubble.

"I heard that. They must be rich. Their cars cost at least tens of thousands of yuan these days," Chen Ling said. A couple of years ago, the cheapest imported cars cost nearly 200,000 yuan, which was out of reach for most people.

He was secretly astonished. No wonder he didn't even flinch when he heard about vegetable prices; it turned out that the other person didn't take it seriously at all.

"At least tens of thousands of yuan? Are you crazy?"

Guo Baolai was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and he secretly glanced at Zhang Tiegen.

This old man always said his niece worked at some TV station in Beijing, but I never imagined she was so rich.

It truly is a golden phoenix that flew out of the mountain valley.

……

"Oh? Your grandpa and dad are here? Where are they? I can't see them."

On the other side, the chubby boy was jumping and shouting on a stone sheep's head, while Liu Yinhuan was standing on tiptoe, looking around.

A moment later, a man in his mid-thirties emerged from the crowd, dressed in a white shirt, black suit pants, and leather shoes. He was holding a mobile phone in one hand and a mahogany lunchbox in the other.

Behind me was an old man wearing a blue and white headscarf, with thick, downward-pointing eyebrows, a bitter face, yellow rubber shoes, and carrying a pipe, following at a leisurely pace.

"Dad, Grandpa, we're here..."

The chubby boy munched on a tomato, waving his chubby little hands.

"Oh, good grandson, grandpa saw you..." The old man first gave the chubby boy a smile, then glared at Zhang Tiegen and scolded him, "I told you to go to my house but you wouldn't go. You're practically halfway to the grave, why are you getting more and more shameless? You had to make Yuemin and me come and invite you?"

"No, no, it's just that it's market day, I can't leave this stall..."

Zhang Tiegen gave a wry smile, glanced at his tall, fair-skinned, and noble-looking nephew-in-law next to his brother-in-law, and didn't know what to say to him.

"This must be your uncle. Huanhuan often talks about you. She said that when she was little, you were a peddler. You would carry her to school on your shoulder pole every time. Once, you even encountered a wolf. You put her in your shoulder pole and hung her on a tree, and then chased the wolf away with the pole yourself..."

Liang Yuemin said with a smile.

Zhang Tiegen's eyes reddened upon hearing this, and he hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "That was a long time ago. It's all because Huanhuan is a good student and hardworking. She went to boarding school in the city for junior high and I never had to take her there again..."

"Uncle, have you eaten yet? This is some food that Dad and I made. We brought some over for you since you hadn't come home yet. Please try it."

Liang Yuemin opened the food box and handed it over.

At this, Zhang Tiegen's eyes welled up with tears, and he almost couldn't hold back his emotions.

Seeing the family begin to gather together and share their feelings, Chen Ling and Guo Baolai walked to the side.

……

About twenty minutes later, after they finished speaking, the whole family walked to Chen Ling's stall.

"Hmm, it has a unique fragrance."

Liang Yuemin sniffed and smiled at his wife, "The kids have been saying how delicious it is, but neither of us has ever tasted it."

"Young man, can we have a taste first?"

The chubby boy hadn't paid much attention to the tomatoes before, and the old lady only took one from Zhang Tiegen. After returning home, the chubby boy took a bite by chance and realized how good they tasted. After finishing the tomato, he kept asking for more.

When they arrived at the market, the couple were so engrossed in talking to Zhang Tiegen, an elder, that they didn't realize they couldn't be like the chubby boy, whose attention was entirely focused on food.

"Sure, feel free to try the cucumbers and tomatoes."

Chen Ling extended his hand and said.

The couple was well-off and not ordinary people. They first thanked them, and then specially picked out two small tomatoes to try.

After taking a bite, the two couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm," their eyes filled with surprise.

"Delicious, really delicious!"

Liu Yinhuan was still eating in small bites, but Liang Yuemin had already finished and his eyes were on the cucumbers in the basket next to him.

"Young boss, are these cucumbers also grown in the same greenhouse?"

Liang Yuemin asked.

"Yes, they're all grown in a greenhouse. The tomatoes taste great, and the cucumbers are good too. Come and have a taste."

Chen Ling handed him one.

Liang Yuemin thanked him again, took the bag, wiped off the thorns, and took a crunchy bite.

His expression this time was even more exaggerated than when he ate the tomato.

He closed his eyes, hissed and gasped, his brows relaxed, and he looked very relaxed.

"This feeling is like the first sip of water I took after walking out of the Sahara Desert years ago—cool, sweet, and refreshing. A cool sensation rushes to my forehead, as if it can seep into the depths of my soul..."

Liang Yuemin gave a slight sigh of admiration, slowly chewing and savoring each bite.

Chen Ling looked at him with some doubt, picked up a cucumber and tasted it, and her doubts deepened.

It wasn't planted in a grotto-like place.

It's just tastier than regular cucumbers, is it really as good as this guy says? Look at his expression, it's like he's taken some kind of drug.

Thinking to myself: If I want to sell the vegetables I grow in the future, I should dilute the water from Dongtian Creek.

It just needs to taste a level better than regular vegetables.

Just then, Liang Yuemin finished eating the cucumber in his hand.

He said to his wife, "I absolutely love this cucumber."

"It suits my taste perfectly. I prefer this to tomatoes. You should try it too."

Liu Yinhuan had just finished eating the tomatoes, and with a slightly flushed face, she glanced at her husband and said, "I'm a little full, I can't eat anymore."

"Haha, it's okay. If we can't eat it all, we'll buy some to take home and eat."

Liang Yuemin smiled, then turned to Chen Ling and said, "Young boss, I'll take all these cucumbers and tomatoes. I'll go get the car and be right back. Don't sell them to anyone else."

(End of this chapter)