Xu family.

Wang Yanmei looked left and right and saw that several people were missing.

"Where are Shanshan and Yingzi? And Yingzi's bodyguard, why didn't Si Ran come?"

Wen Shanshan sent a message to Xu Qingzhi saying that she would not come for dinner tonight. Xu Qingzhi guessed that the two of them were still having a quarrel and had not reconciled.

She said, "Shanshan and the others have something to do today, so they will eat at home. Si Ran is a bit busy at the company recently and won't be here."

The traffic of the online mall is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more merchants are joining in. Wensran is as busy as a spinning top.

After all, it is a new project with some success, and he is the only one who makes the final decision. At this stage, he has to make the decision on everything.

Wang Yanmei couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes. She picked up her apron and wiped her hands after cooking, and her movements were a little awkward.

Shanshan is usually the one who eats the most happily. Siran had anorexia before his health was poor, so how come he suddenly stopped eating?

She looked at the table full of dishes, sighed slightly, and asked, "Qingzhi, is it because mom's cooking is not good?"

"How could that be, Mom? The food you cook is the best in the world!" Xu Qingzhi reached out with both hands, rubbed her mother's shoulders naturally, and said very seriously: "I have never eaten anything better than what you cook."

Huo Fengyan, who was standing aside, heard these words, and suddenly a memory popped up in his mind, which was what someone said when he was extremely servile.

"Feng Yan, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good. These dumplings are delicious, and the fried eggs are so fragrant."

He asked coldly, "How delicious is it?"

Her clear eyes seemed to be filled with stars. "I have never eaten anything better than what you cook."

Back to the present moment, he looked at Xu Qingzhi's sincere expression.

Comparing the two appearances, it seems that what she said now is the truth.

This little liar always lied in front of him without blushing or feeling nervous. It was only at that time that he wanted to obtain the cultivation method from him that he took so much effort to flatter him.

Wang Yanmei still hadn't raised her interest and said, "It must be because we are tired of eating these home-cooked dishes every day. Fuqiang, what do you think?"

Xu Fuqiang, who was pouring wine to drink alone, immediately responded with a reflex, saying, "Not greasy, not greasy, the dishes you cook are so delicious, the food in restaurants outside is not as good as yours, I will never get tired of eating them for the rest of my life."

Zhang Qi, whose skin had darkened by two shades, smiled innocently, "Auntie, your cooking is really delicious. If conditions allowed, I would have wanted to bring my wife over to taste your cooking."

Wang Yanmei confirmed that everyone was not disgusted by her cooking, and she felt better. She smiled and said, "Xiao Qi, bring your wife over next time. Auntie will make you something delicious."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely bring my wife when the time comes." Zhang Qi was embarrassed at first, but after staying for a while he realized that the Xu family was really hospitable, and he felt like he was almost becoming a part of the Xu family.

If it wasn't inappropriate, he would have wanted to ask for their godfather and godmother.

These days, when he has nothing to do, he would follow Mr. Huo to help work in the fields, and take pictures of the beautiful countryside for his wife. He has become quite adept at eating for free.

My wife has said several times that she wants to visit the boss's house. People on the Internet say that if they can grow such delicious vegetables, the environment must be good too.

Zhang Qi feels that although this place has nothing to do with some parks and tourist attractions, the village is unusually quiet, and the several ancient bridges and flowing water create a very atmospheric atmosphere for photographing.

Moreover, when I stayed in the vegetable field and worked up a sweat, I felt relaxed all over, and the weight on my back was relieved.

In Kyoto, he always had to wait until two or three in the morning to put down his phone and fall asleep. But these days, after dinner, he would go back home to rest for a while to digest the food, wash up, say a sweet good night to his wife, and then go to bed. He could fall asleep as soon as he touched the pillow on the bed.

It was late at night and there was no trouble with insomnia at all.

It's such a nice place, he must bring his wife to visit.

Wang Yanmei saw that everyone was standing, so she hurriedly said, "Sit down, sit down, and eat. If there are fewer people, you can eat more dishes. Weiwei, don't be polite, eat more."

"Okay." Xia Weiwei responded and nodded.

When they sat down, Xia Weiwei whispered to Qingzhi in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You know, artists have requirements for body management. I may not be able to eat much at night. If Auntie asks about it later, you must help me explain."

Xia Weiwei picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of bok choy.

She thought that the hotpot at noon was sinful enough, so she should eat more vegetables and less rice at night.

When Xia Weiwei put the cabbage into her mouth, she was stunned.

This bok choy tastes exactly the same as the one Qingzhi sent her, and it is delicious, but... it seems like this bowl of bok choy tastes even better than the one she cooked herself.

Even though everyone cooks the same dish, the taste will be different.

But the difference is too big.

Or is it that vegetables that are freshly picked and cooked are always better than those that are mailed out?

Without Wen Shanshan's praise, Zhang Qi had let go of himself, and his praise made Wang Yanmei's depressed face smile.

Xia Weiwei is a real social phobia person, but she forces herself to socialize. She only dares to say many things to Qingzhi secretly, "This Chinese cabbage is delicious. Compared with the taste of my own cooking, it is completely different. Woohoo, but I still have to control my weight. I'm going to a new company soon."

"It's okay. Eating more vegetables won't make you fat. Look, scrambled eggs with tomatoes are very fragrant, amaranth in soup is delicious, and garlic-fried loofah is something even I, who don't like loofah, can eat." Xu Qingzhi not only didn't stop her from eating, he also started talking about the dishes one by one, causing Xia Weiwei's weight control defense line to drop again and again.

"Mm, delicious. The tomato flavor is really strong, but it's not the kind that makes people uncomfortable. It tastes very refreshing and a bit appetizing."

"Qingzhi, I've eaten a lot of food, but I still want to eat more."

"Forget it, let's indulge ourselves tonight~"

Xia Weiwei was completely disappointed with the issue of weight control. She ate three large bowls of rice. After she finished, she was still savoring the taste in her mouth. "Qingzhi, why is the rice in your house so fragrant? My mouth is filled with the delicious taste of white rice."

"My dad grew the rice himself, and then he inspected it at the rice mill." Xu Qingzhi remembered something and told his parents, "By the way, Mom and Dad, I bought a rice packing machine and packaging that will arrive tomorrow. I plan to give some away. Is that okay?"

"Child, you are so polite when you speak. You are the one who makes the decisions at home now. You can do whatever you want. As long as it does not break the law, your parents cannot stop you." Wang Yanmei said as she cleaned up the dishes.

Xia Weiwei stood up to help, but Wang Yanmei quickly stopped her, "No, no, you young people should go out and play, let me and my uncle do this."

Just as he finished speaking, a cell phone rang.

"Good luck, good luck to you..."

Wang Yanmei took out her phone, swiped right and answered: "Hello, Third Auntie..."

"Invitation code? What invitation code?"

"Qingzhi is in charge of my family's online store and farm. I don't know about this matter."

"What? Zhiming's friend wants an invitation code? This... I don't know."

"Qingzhi is not here. I'm washing the dishes. I'll ask her later."

Xu Qingzhi, who was sitting opposite Wang Yanmei, said: …

Wang Yanmei, who wasn't really washing dishes, hung up the phone and asked Qingzhi: "Your third aunt said that you opened a restricted link in the online mall, and you need an invitation code to enter. Is it free?"

"Yes, it's a gift."

Wang Yanmei heard from her third aunt that many kilograms of vegetables, rice, and eggs were all given away. If they were sold, she would probably make hundreds of thousands of dollars.

The tone of Third Aunt's voice was so heartbreaking as if the money was hers being given away.

"Your third aunt said that many people wanted to buy it but couldn't, so how could you give it to them?" Wang Yanmei frowned, feeling quite distressed. As soon as she finished speaking, she was pulled by her husband.

She waved her hand: "Forget it, these things at home will be yours anyway, you can do whatever you want with them, I don't care. Your third aunt said that several important partners of Zhiming came to him to ask for invitation codes, and asked if you could give them a few?"

(End of this chapter)