Sometimes the farthest peaks are shrouded in a thin mist, which looks very much like a Chinese ink painting.

It is surrounded by mountains, with hills embedded in it, and the terrain is flat at the foot of the mountains.

Compared with the high mountains and dangerous peaks in other provinces, plowing and reclaiming land is less difficult and less costly.

It is a good place to grow fruit.

In the afternoon, Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang went out to inquire about Baoshan's affairs with excitement and nervousness.

At the same time, in Kyoto, Yangmei was officially launched in boutique supermarkets.

A few days ago, after Jiang Xiao's younger brother Jiang Zhan received the bayberries, he tasted them for the first time and his eyes lit up. When he heard Jiang Xiao say that the sour plum soup made with these bayberries tasted good, he asked the R&D department to start mixing the best flavor immediately.

The next day, diamond card members of the boutique supermarket received gift boxes with extremely high-end packaging.

In the exquisite gift box, there is a 50ml bottle of red drink in the middle, and above the drink are two exquisitely packaged bayberries.

Zhao Qiansheng opened the gift box and saw the miniature drinks inside. He laughed and scolded, "When did the Jiang family become so stingy?"

Mrs. Zhao looked over expectantly, then looked away disappointedly: "I thought they would send something good, but this is just a few broken bayberries."

Zhao Qiansheng closed the gift box casually, threw it aside, and asked the servants to deal with it.

Madam Zhao gossiped, "I heard that the sales of the boutique supermarket have been declining seriously recently. The second young master of the Jiang family is still young after all, and he doesn't even know how to give gifts in a generous way. I'm afraid the boutique supermarket will be finished in his hands."

"Well, the second son of the Jiang family is indeed not as good as the eldest son." Zhao Qiansheng nodded, sat on the leather sofa, and pressed his aching brow.

Mrs. Zhao reached out to massage his shoulders, her face full of worry: "You still can't sleep well these days?"

Zhao Qiansheng held her hand, indicating that it was not necessary, and shook his head, "It's okay."

But the dark circles under his eyes and the tired look couldn't be hidden from anyone.

Mrs. Zhao said tentatively, "I played mahjong with Mrs. Zhang a few days ago. She said there is a very popular vegetable on the Internet recently. It tastes very good. She slept better after eating it..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Qiansheng interrupted him sternly, "You, don't always believe what's said on the Internet, it's all marketing. If I hadn't been cautious and asked Jiang Xiao to test the drug I bought last time, I would have gotten into trouble. Eating vegetables can help you sleep well, if you use your brain, you should know it's fake."

The body has been sleep deprived for a long time and my temper becomes quick and impatient.

After he finished speaking, Zhao Qiansheng realized that his tone was too harsh. He patted his wife's hand and said gently, "I know my own health. You don't have to worry."

"Well, I know. I just hope you don't feel so stressed. We were poor before and lived in the basement. Now we don't have to worry about food and clothing. Life is much better than before. Don't let your health collapse." Mrs. Zhao said slowly, her nose sour, and she said angrily: "If you die, I won't live either."

"Don't say such discouraging words. I'm just thinking about some business matters and can't sleep. It's not a fatal illness." Zhao Qiansheng reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of his lover's eyes.

Just then, a cell phone ringtone rang.

Zhao Qiansheng took out his cell phone and saw that it was Wen Xiong calling. He forced himself to answer the call and said in a warm tone, "Old Wen."

Wen Xiong's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Old Zhao, haven't you been suffering from insomnia like me for the past six months? I got a good thing recently, do you want to try it?"

Mrs. Zhao was shocked.

Zhao Qiansheng was shocked: "Does this thing work?"

"It works. I slept really well after using this." Wen Xiong smiled and said in a bewitching tone, "How about it? Come to my house tonight and sleep?"

"Okay, you haven't had dinner yet? This is a good opportunity for you to try some of the delicious food my daughter sent over."

The tone is still mysterious.

When Zhao Qiansheng and his wife arrived at the Wen family, they were stunned to see the table full of green.

There were many dishes on the table, but the most eye-catching one was scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

The other dishes were Amaranth in soup, Eggplant with beans, Cold cucumber salad, Stir-fried Chinese cabbage, Blanched lettuce, Water spinach with garlic, Spinach soup, and...Stir-fried green peppers with red peppers.

There were nine dishes in total, but there wasn't a single bit of minced meat.

Mrs. Zhao was stunned for a moment, then she came to her senses and asked with a smile, "Have you changed to a vegetarian diet recently?"

"No, you see, the eggs are not vegetarian." Mrs. Wen said seriously, and then recommended enthusiastically: "The scrambled eggs with tomatoes are especially delicious. The tomatoes here are different from the tomatoes you can buy outside now. They taste exactly the same as when I was a child. They are especially delicious. There is also water spinach, which is crispy and tender. There is also this Chinese cabbage, which tastes like the sweetness of mountain spring water. The chili is even more fragrant!"

Mrs. Wen said, saliva kept secreting in her mouth. She swallowed and concluded, "Shanshan said that these vegetables are very popular now. Others can't buy them even if they want to. They can only buy ten kilograms at a time. These are all sent to me by her. There is no purchase limit. Eat them all. Don't be polite."

Mrs. Zhao watched her pick up a piece of water spinach with chopsticks and eat it with great pleasure, and she kept muttering in her heart, it's just a vegetable, what's the big deal.

Zhao Qiansheng also thought so.

Could it be that the Wen family is in financial difficulty because of all the vegetables on the table? Old Wen called him over under the pretext of finding something to treat insomnia, but was he actually playing a pity game to him in order to borrow money?

He had heard before that the Wen family's physical women's clothing store was not doing well, so they started an online shopping mall project, but it was shelved because of Wen Siran's car accident.

He frowned, but didn't move his chopsticks. Considering his brother's face, he whispered, "Old Wen, if you have any financial problems with your company, just tell me directly. We have such a good relationship, so if I can help, I will definitely help."

Wen Xiong, who was eating a mouthful of tomato scrambled eggs, knew that Zhao Qiansheng had misunderstood him, so he chewed and swallowed it hastily without explaining, saying, "You'll know after you try it."

Zhao Qiansheng was a meat lover. He hesitantly stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of Chinese cabbage, thinking that this tasted just like grass.

It would be impolite not to pick up the chopsticks, so Mrs. Zhao also picked up a piece of bok choy with chopsticks.

"Hmm?" Zhao Qiansheng chewed it, his eyes gradually changed. The taste... seems not bad?

He immediately picked up another piece of Chinese cabbage with chopsticks and ate it. His eyes lit up, but he did not speak out in a hurry. Instead, he tried the water spinach, amaranth, and eggplant...

I tried them all.

Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "This little cabbage is so delicious."

Mrs. Wen smiled and said, "Yes, it's delicious. Try the others."

Mrs. Zhao tasted amaranth, then a bite of lettuce, and ate all the vegetables one by one, finishing a bowl of rice. If she hadn't thought about not eating too much at night, she would have finished a bowl. But in order to maintain her health...

Screw staying in shape.

Mrs. Zhao smiled politely, ate two more big bowls, and finally, still not satisfied, scooped up a bowl of spinach soup and drank it slowly...finished.

(End of this chapter)