Jiang Yue was really happy to see Ningning was willing to eat.

Soon, a plate of Chinese cabbage, a plate of amaranth, and a plate of water spinach were cooked.

Jiang Yue took the bowl from the nanny and fed the child.

The little guy who has always been a picky eater eats more and is more obedient than before, and he doesn’t need to be coaxed when eating.

Huo Fengyan had not forgotten that Huo Fengqing wanted to send bayberries last time, so he said, "Sister-in-law, tell my brother to come and get the bayberries. The remaining bayberries in the boss's house have already been given to the Jiang family."

"Okay." Jiang Yue nodded.

When Mr. Huo heard the word "bayberry", he glanced at the table and saw a big, red bayberry on the plate.

He had heard about it from the housekeeper yesterday, but he hadn't tasted it yet. Such delicious vegetables, from the same boss, the bayberry must be good too, he calmly reached out and took a bayberry to taste it.

"These bayberries are so big and so sweet."

It was the first time that Mr. Huo had eaten such delicious bayberry, but he had diabetes and didn’t dare to eat too much, so he only tried one.

Jiang Yue looked at the vegetables and bayberries and suddenly realized, "Is this the dish from the boss who suddenly became popular online and sold it for 200 yuan a pound? I heard that it is good for the body. After eating it, many elderly people's three highs were stabilized. It's too exaggerated. I don't know if it's true."

"It's that boss, that should be true." Huo Fengyan was well aware of the benefits of eating fruits and vegetables rich in spiritual energy for a long time.

His body, which had traveled across time and space, was badly damaged and needed to be nurtured by spiritual energy.

If you take good care of it, maybe you can rebuild your foundation.

If ordinary people eat it, it will have the effect of strengthening the body and purifying the body.

However, the spiritual energy content of this vegetable is not higher than that of bayberry, so it may take some time to take effect.

Although bayberry is rich in spiritual energy, it is unfortunately monopolized by the Jiang family. I am afraid that if I want to eat it again in the future, it will not be cheap.

Jiang Yue felt a little regretful. She had gotten her boss's WeChat from a rich lady, but unfortunately she had never added him.

Seeing Ningning eating so well, she made up her mind that she would buy some vegetables from the boss's house no matter how much it cost.

Of course she wouldn't bother Ningning's uncle. He was in poor health, so how could she trouble him over such a small matter?

After hearing that eating bayberries is good for the body, Mr. Huo ate them with apparent unrestrained abandon, eating four or five in a row.

Seeing that the old man really liked to eat, Huo Fengyan had an idea in his mind and said, "Grandpa, the fruits and vegetables at this boss's house are good. Si Ran is nourishing his body there and can even eat. I also want to go there to nourish my body."

"No, your body can't stand it." Old Master Huo's face was serious. He didn't dare to joke with his grandson's life. "You should stay in the old house honestly and take care of yourself so that you can have a good winter this year."

In previous winters, my grandson would be almost dead if he caught a cold, so we have to take good care of him while the weather is warm now.

In between meals, the little guy did not forget to say: "Second Uncle, when Ningning grows up, I will go for you in the future."

Mr. Huo couldn't help laughing and patted the little guy's head, "Ningning is really sensible."

"Eat your meal, little ancestor." Jiang Yue said helplessly. She could interrupt everywhere.

At the same time, the Wen family in Kyoto were also having dinner.

Shanshan had sent back some vegetables before, and they tasted very good, so I asked her to send more this time.

Mrs. Wen tasted the tomato scrambled eggs first, and her eyes lit up immediately: "This tomato scrambled eggs is delicious, Ah Xiong, you should try it. The tomatoes taste just like they did before. I haven't tasted tomatoes like this for many years. The eggs are the same, not fishy or weird at all, and with the chopped green onions, they are very fragrant."

Wen Xiong was eating Chinese cabbage. He didn't even get enough of it yesterday. He stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the fried tomato and eggs, saying, "Madam, the Chinese cabbage is as delicious as yesterday. You should try it too."

There was no need for Wen Xiong to say anything. By the time he finished speaking, Mrs. Wen had already eaten the cabbage in her mouth and stretched her chopsticks to the amaranth on the plate. "Well, amaranth is also delicious. No wonder our Si Ran couldn't eat before, but he can eat the vegetables and bayberries from the landlord's house. This is the taste of vegetables."

The Wen family has always paid great attention to dining etiquette, and they do not talk while eating or sleeping.

In the past, at the dinner table, only the youngest girl, Wen Shanshan, dared to chatter a few words, and she would inevitably be reminded by Mrs. Wen.

But right now, the Wen couple were so absorbed in the delicious lunch that they didn't even remember the rule of not talking too much while eating.

When Wen Xiong tasted the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, he suddenly thought of something. His face was solemn and tears welled up in his eyes. "This is the taste. The tomatoes my grandmother grew and the eggs my chickens laid tasted like this when they were fried. It's nothing like the tomatoes nowadays. When you buy them and cut them open, they are still raw inside. They are picked before they are ripe and don't have any tomato fragrance at all."

The servant next to him stood there, not daring to move at all.

How come this family is so sad while having a meal?

Wen Xiong is over 40 years old. Even when the company was in a tough time and he couldn't sleep all night, he never cried. Now that he tasted the taste in his memory, he couldn't hold back his tears. He took a mouthful of scrambled eggs with a mouthful of rice. He swallowed it and sighed, "This is the taste, this is the taste."

Mrs. Wen has been with Wen Xiong for decades, so how could she not understand a man's mind? The company is under great pressure and she is always tense. No matter how old a person is, it is difficult to control their emotions when they touch upon some deep memories, especially when they are related to deceased relatives.

This is not a simple dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but scrambled eggs with tomatoes that can evoke people's childhood memories.

Mrs. Wen kindly handed over a tissue, and reached out her chopsticks to the water spinach in front of Wen Xiong and ate it. "This water spinach is so tender, so fresh, and it tastes crispy and sweet. The water spinach I ate before was so stalk-like that I couldn't even bite it."

Wen Xiong wiped his tears and watched his wife pick up dishes at a very fast speed. Her cheeks were bulging with each mouthful of food and rice. He couldn't help but laugh angrily, "Eat slowly, don't fill yourself up."

"No, no, I always chew slowly." Mrs. Wen swallowed another piece of amaranth.

Wen Xiong looked at the few amaranths on the plate and sighed, "Let Shanshan buy some more vegetables from the landlord."

"Don't worry, I've already talked to my daughter about it. Ask her to buy some every day so that we can eat fresh and delicious vegetables every day. I heard from Shanshan that the landlord's chickens and ducks are also very delicious, but they are not for sale for the time being, so he sent some eggs to us." Mrs. Wen's tone was quite regretful.

"When are we going to go see Si Ran and Shan Shan?"

Mrs. Wen: "Your company doesn't care anymore?"

"Let's wait until the company gets through this difficult time." Wen Xiong shook his head, frowning as he thought of the company's affairs.

Mrs. Wen suddenly remembered, "By the way, Shanshan also sent you two bottles of something, saying it's the landlord's lavender essential oil, for sleep aid, you can try it at night."

"Yeah." Wen Xiong responded and didn't take it seriously.

Because he had long been accustomed to insomnia. Thinking about the company's unsalable clothes, the closing of one store after another, the hot pot restaurant he invested in that did not succeed, and the huge losses he suffered. How could he sleep well? Even medicine was of no use.

(End of this chapter)