Mrs. Wen said, "Sometimes I feel too full, and I feel better after eating a few bayberries."

Mrs. Zhao, who was full, immediately picked up one and put it in her mouth.

"Hmm..." Mrs. Zhao swallowed the fruit pulp. "This bayberry tastes sweet in my mouth, and it's sweet but not greasy. It seems to have a unique sour taste of bayberry. No... it's not sour. Sigh, I can't describe the specific taste. Anyway, it's just too delicious."

Seeing his wife so excited about a bayberry, Zhao Qiansheng tasted one as well and his eyes lit up.

He took another closer look at the bayberry fruit. It was big and red and looked familiar. He asked, "Did you buy this at a boutique supermarket?"

Obviously, all bayberries look similar, but he subconsciously matched them with the two bright red bayberries in the "stingy" gift box he received from the boutique supermarket this afternoon.

Wen Xiong waved his hand: "No, it was sent by my daughter."

Zhao Qiansheng breathed a sigh of relief. It was not that he was greedy for those bayberries, but he thought that if the two bayberries in the gift box were the same as the one he tasted now, it would be a pity for him to just throw them to the servants to deal with.

If outsiders knew that a new business elite in Kyoto actually felt sorry for throwing away a few bayberries, I'm afraid everyone would laugh at him.

Zhao Qiansheng sighed and laughed in his heart, then picked up another bayberry and tasted it.

On weekdays, he always felt a sense of depression in his chest due to staying up late and lack of sleep, and only felt better through massage. But after eating two bayberries, the depression seemed to be relieved a little.

Mrs. Wen at the side seemed to remember something, and pulled Wen Xiong's arm, saying, "Hey, didn't Shanshan say that the landlord's bayberries were sold to Jiang Xiao? We didn't buy them at the boutique supermarket, but the bayberries Shanshan sent to us are from the same boutique supermarket, so they must taste the same."

Mrs. Zhao was already eating her third bayberry. When she heard this, she remembered what she had complained about the "few broken bayberries" in the gift box in the afternoon.

Suddenly, I felt my face swollen.

This is not just a rotten bayberry, it is clearly a delicacy.

Mrs. Zhao was a smart woman. After tasting the delicious vegetables and bayberries from the Wen family, she immediately thought of the vegetables that several wealthy ladies in Kyoto's upper class circles were talking about, and they had even mentioned buying bayberries before.

She had wanted to buy it a long time ago and asked for the contact information, but she couldn't add the boss's WeChat. It is said that the boss who sells vegetables and bayberries is quite willful. Not only is he unwilling to sell more to make money, but in order to resist the phenomenon of high-priced purchasing, he has recently started to limit purchases.

In order to save trouble, many wealthy wives who rely on purchasing agents to get groceries have begun racking their brains to find ways to buy groceries.

Mrs. Zhao immediately asked, "This is what everyone is talking about, the vegetables and bayberries that cost two hundred yuan a pound, right?"

Mrs. Wen nodded.

Mrs. Zhao's eyes were burning: "Sister, do you have a way to buy it?"

"My daughter always sends me some, and there are still a lot of vegetables at home. The ones delivered today are very fresh. I'll take you to see them, and you can pick some to take back..." Mrs. Wen said warmly.

The two ladies walked hand in hand towards the kitchen.

Wen Xiong and Zhao Qiansheng smiled at each other.

"Come on, I'll take you to experience some good stuff. I won't lie to you this time. It really can help you sleep." Wen Xiong stood up and led the way.

Zhao Qiansheng and Wen Xiong have known each other for many years, and because of insomnia, they became good friends who appreciate each other.

He followed Wen Xiong to the study on the second floor with ease.

Wen Xiong mysteriously let him lie down on the large sofa bed in the study, took out a small bottle, and dripped a few drops on the water tray on the wooden table next to him.

In an instant, a faint fragrance filled the room.

Zhao Qiansheng was about to ask when he saw Wen Xiong yawning, and he yawned subconsciously too.

He knew that yawning was contagious, and he didn't think that he was yawning because he was sleepy. He asked, "Old Wen, what is this?"

"Lavender essential oil." Wen Xiong answered. He carefully tightened the cap of the dropper. He remembered that he had used up a whole bottle of it the first time. He felt very sorry. He carefully put the essential oil back on the bookshelf. Then he turned to Zhao Qiansheng with a proud face and continued, "My precious daughter Shanshan knew that I had insomnia, so she sent it to me from far away."

This boastful tone is sure to attract hatred.

Zhao Qiansheng was furious when he thought of his son who was working in the entertainment industry and doing nothing.

You just can't compare children with each other. The more you compare, the more irritating it becomes.

Downstairs, Mrs. Zhao was warmly given some vegetables by Mrs. Wen, and they chatted about their children. She hadn't seen her husband for a long time and was wondering where Old Zhao had gone.

Mrs. Wen smiled knowingly and took her to the study on the second floor.

The door was not completely closed, and Mrs. Wen pushed it open lightly.

So, in the room, the scene of two grown men lying on a sofa bed in a sprawling sleeping posture caught the eyes of the two men.

Mrs. Wen knew that Ah Xiong had called Lao Zhao over specifically to let him try the sleep-inducing effect of lavender essential oil, so this scene was within her expectations.

But...it was beyond Mrs. Zhao's expectations.

Lao Zhao's insomnia has lasted for half a year.

For so many nights, he was overwhelmed by business matters and tossed and turned, unable to sleep. As his partner, she knew this best.

And now...

She asked excitedly but deliberately in a low voice: "Are they asleep?"

"Yes." Mrs. Wen nodded and gently closed the door. "This lavender essential oil is very effective in helping you sleep, and it has no toxic side effects. It's all natural, so don't worry."

She gently patted Mrs. Zhao's shoulder, calming her down and saying, "Old Zhao probably won't wake up for a while. There is a clean guest room on the second floor. Why don't you stay there tonight?"

"Okay." Mrs. Zhao nodded and added in a daze: "Thank you, thank you."

The next day, Zhao Qiansheng had the best sleep in half a year. He and Wen Xiong hit it off and immediately contacted several other insomniacs.

This thing, don’t underestimate it, it only has a small sleeping effect.

But for those who suffer from insomnia for a long time and have no cure, this is a life-saving thing and is priceless.

Some people spend their entire lives just to have a house, a car, two children, and four elderly people.

Some people are born at the top and have no worries about money. Some people have other problems derived from money making money, such as insomnia, baldness, obesity...

Many things in the world are sometimes fair and sometimes unfair.

Some people are taught to study hard from a young age, and work hard to get into big companies in Kyoto when they grow up, while some people are born with all the resources of Kyoto's upper class.

The upper class has everything they need; they spend lavishly when they are young, but they also pay attention to their health.

So when several people heard Lao Wen say that there was something good to help them sleep, several men used the lavender essential oil in a high-end club. After they woke up from a short nap, they looked crazy and asked Lao Wen to name a price on the spot.

As long as it is a problem that can be solved with money, it is not a problem.

At the same time, the boutique supermarket’s bayberry and new bayberry beverage series were officially launched.

The rows of bayberry counters and bayberry-related designs demonstrate the importance the Jiang family attaches to this bayberry.

Some diamond members of the boutique supermarket had already tasted the bayberry yesterday and had been itching for a while. But the Jiang family was so mean and only gave away two bayberries!

I only took a few sips of the drink, and it was gone before I could fully enjoy it.

Even though the price of bayberry is ridiculously high, a group of wealthy ladies spend money on it without hesitation.

Especially after hearing that these bayberries were from a vegetable shop owner who sold them at 200 yuan per pound, I realized that they could only be purchased in this boutique supermarket.

Rich ladies who had never bought bayberries before were rushing to buy them.

Not only did these wealthy people rush to buy the bayberries, but the 10,000 bottles of sour plum soup, which was a high-end beverage, were also sold out within ten minutes of going online.

A bottle of sour plum soup costs 199 yuan. It is made with real ingredients and no preservatives are added. Just like fresh milk, it is chilled throughout the process and has a shelf life of only three days.

The boutique supermarket, which had been showing a sluggish sales trend, had a sales volume of over 10 million yuan on the day because of the bayberry this time. - Xu Qingzhi, who was lying under the persimmon tree, was completely unaware of this. It was Jiang Xiao who was watching the live broadcast and giving gifts to support his brother.

Wen Shanshan looked at it and complained: "You are robbing me. The prices in your boutique supermarket are ridiculously expensive."

"Qingzhi, they sell four bayberries for 99 yuan, nine bayberries for 199 yuan, and a luxurious bayberry meal for 999 yuan, which is just dozens of bayberries and a few bottles of sour plum soup. Tsk, tsk, tsk..." She had an incredible expression on her face, like a primary school student complaining, and angrily added: "Next year, don't agree to sell bayberries to Jiang Xiao. Their family is too shady to make money!"

Xu Qingzhi smiled and responded like coaxing a child: "Yeah."

Jiang Xiao did not bother to explain the so-called transportation, labor, store, and raw material cost issues, and teased like a child: "It doesn't matter if Qingzhi disagrees. Auntie and uncle like me and will definitely agree to sell it to me."

Wen Shanshan: "Aunt and uncle like me more!"

Jiang Xiao: "Like me too."

Wen Shanshan: "Like me more!"

Jiang Xiao: "Me."

Wen Shanshan: "It's me! It's me! You like me more!"

…

Fortunately, Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang were not present, otherwise they would have to be forced to answer by these two older children about who they liked more.

Xu Qingzhi suddenly thought of his childhood.

There was a crazy woman living at the entrance of the village. Her hair was dirty and sticky. Every time she saw Xiao Qingzhi, her thin lips would always say things that Xiao Qingzhi didn't like to hear.

Similar to: Xu’s daughter, you have a younger brother, your parents may not like you!

You were picked up from the trash can by your parents. Your brother is their biological child. Your parents like your brother but not you.

I saw that your grandparents left a lot of delicious food for your brother, including a lot of candies. Your grandparents also like your brother, not you.

Xiao Qingzhi was still young at that time and did not take it seriously, thinking that the crazy woman was just going crazy. Because everyone said that the crazy woman at the entrance of the village would only talk nonsense when she was crazy.

It’s not that my parents don’t like her, they only like her younger brother.

But later, during a New Year's dinner, a distant relative said to her, "You were picked up from the trash can by your parents."

She pouted in grievance, her eyes reddened, and timidly but seriously asked her parents: "Did you really pick it up from the trash can?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the adults present burst into laughter, as if they had encountered something funny.

The annoying relative said, "Yeah, yeah, you got it from the trash can."

Xiao Qingzhi suddenly remembered what the crazy woman said and burst into tears.

She lay on the ground, kicking her hands and feet in the air, rolling on the ground crying, and shouting sadly: "My parents and grandpa and grandma only like my brother, they don't like me, they don't like me... I hate my brother, I hate him!"

The old lady scolded the relative fiercely, picked up little Qingzhi from the ground, and coaxed her, "Grandma likes Qingzhi the most."

Grandpa, who was always serious, also came over with a smile on his face, "Grandpa likes Qingzhi too."

Xiao Qingzhi looked at her parents with tears in her eyes. Only when her parents and even many relatives nearby said they liked her did she stop crying with satisfaction.

Later, she often picked up her brother and asked in front of her parents and grandparents: "Do you like me or my brother more?"

I always get a satisfying answer and I like her more.

Xiao Qingzhi would be particularly happy and would giggle out loud.

The three-year-old brother had a confused look on his face. When he saw his sister laughing, he also started to giggle.

Xiao Qingzhi still didn't like her younger brother for some reason, so when she was watching Ants Moving, whenever her younger brother came over, she would proudly tell him, "Mom and Dad and Grandpa and Grandma like me more, not you!"

My brother had snot bubbles hanging from his nose and grinned: "Sister, sister~"

Xiao Qingzhi had a look of disgust on his face, but he still used his sleeve to wipe the snot bubbles that were about to fall into his mouth, making a disgusted sound while wiping: "Tsk tsk tsk~"

Later, she never asked her parents and grandparents who they liked more, her or her younger brother.

When I grew up a little, no one knew where the crazy woman at the entrance of the village had gone. Some people said that she followed a homeless man who came to the village.

Later, I heard that the crazy woman and the tramp lived somewhere else and had a son.

The old lady said that the crazy woman was a poor person. She was not her parents' biological child, but was picked up from a roadside garbage dump. Later, she had a younger brother, and her grandparents didn't like her. In order for her younger brother to have money to get married, her parents forced her to marry a cripple at the entrance of the village. She was beaten into a fool by domestic violence.

Later, the lame man died, and she went crazy again and became known as a crazy woman by everyone in the village.

Xu Qingzhi finally understood as she grew up that the words the crazy woman used to scare little Qingzhi might be her own stories.

She was a little disappointed.

Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang just came back.

Wen Shanshan asked impatiently: "Aunt and Uncle, do you like me more or Jiang Xiao?"

Xu Fuqiang scratched his head, not knowing what was going on.

Wang·Master of Keeping Balance·Yan Mei said with a smile: "I like them all, I like them all."

Wen Shanshan didn't want such a polite answer and wanted to ask more.

But at this moment, her cell phone rang.

This is a 4,000-word chapter. I stayed up all night to finish writing it but I’m a bit tired so I won’t divide it into chapters. Good morning.

(End of this chapter)