But think about it, he has seen people take soil abroad throughout his career, so it doesn't seem so strange.

Because it was not a prohibited item and passed the inspection without any problems, the old lady was able to take the rice from Fuwang Farm as she wished and went abroad to see her precious granddaughter.

The granddaughter knew that her grandmother had brought rice with her. She felt helpless and amused, "We have everything here, grandma."

"That's different. You'll know once you've tried it." The old lady looked confident.

The nanny went to the Chinese supermarket to buy some vegetables, cooked a few classic Chinese stir-fried dishes for dinner, and cooked a pot of rice with the rice that the old lady brought.

When the rice is almost cooked, the steam rising up, carrying the fragrance of rice, wafts out.

The windows of the apartment were not closed, which aroused the curiosity of the upstairs neighbors, who sniffed around and wondered what delicious food this aroma could be.

After all, God is my witness, they had never smelled anything so good in their entire lives.

That night, the granddaughter finally tasted the rice that her grandmother had prepared. Even before eating it, she felt that it was a little special just by smelling it. When she took the first bite, the rice was soft and bouncy, fragrant, and delicious.

“Is this northern rice?”

In her impression, Wuchang rice in China is very famous, but it seems to have round grains, not this long and thin one.

The old lady smiled and said, "It tastes good, right? It's not northern rice, but rice grown in an organic farm in China. It's very popular, and you have to fight for it if you want to buy it. I managed to get it with great difficulty."

The granddaughter smiled and said, "Grandma, tell my dad what you want and he will definitely find it for you. Let my dad invest in that farm so you don't have to fight for it."

"Your father wanted to invest in someone, but the boss of that company didn't need money and ignored your father at all." The old lady told the truth.

The granddaughter was surprised, "Who dares to reject my dad?"

"The food grown by the farm owner is delicious, but he has a weird temper and won't eat anything soft or hard." The old lady sighed, "I've wanted to eat the ducks raised by that owner for a long time, but your dad couldn't get me one. Your dad's assistant joked that he would go to that farm and steal one for me, haha..."

The granddaughter was amused by her lovely grandmother and asked, "What is the name of that farm?"

"Fuwang Farm."

Granddaughter: “The name sounds interesting. I’ll remember it.” - After all the Xu family’s autumn rice was sold out, the team brought by Zhou Zheng and Aunt Zhou and two other people worked around the clock to pack and ship the rice, and finally distributed all the autumn rice before the beginning of winter.

Zhou Zheng has been traveling around the village during this period, collecting many environmental samples and sending them to Kyoto for testing. He has become very familiar with this small village.

On the day of the Beginning of Winter, people eat dumplings.

The newly planted Chinese snow lettuce in the back mountain some time ago has grown well. Xu Qingzhi moved it out from the space seedling nursery. It grows very fast. Every time it rains, it will grow a few centimeters taller, which is just right for making dumplings.

Wang Yanmei prepared several kinds of fillings, including snow mustard greens and meat filling, cabbage and meat filling, leek and egg filling, and finally, in accordance with Tianli's idea, she made some coriander and pork filling for him.

The group that couldn't accept the coriander flavor, led by Zhou An, pulled Wang Yanmei's arm and begged her to cook the coriander dumplings last, otherwise the other dumplings would also be tainted with the smell of coriander.

Wang Yanmei clapped her hands happily, agreed, and asked the coriander dumplings to be cooked last.

A dozen people gathered together to make dumplings.

Tian Li looks big and strong, but he is an expert at rolling out dumpling wrappers. The wrappers are thick in the middle and thin at the edges, making them the best type for making dumplings.

Everyone who makes dumplings shows off their unique skills and they can make dumplings of all kinds of strange shapes.

Xu Qingzhi saw a Yuanbao dumpling that looked cute and asked, "Who made this? I want to learn how to make it."

Huo Fengyan held up a dumpling wrapper and said, "Teach me too."

Yu Zhou raised his eyes and glanced at him, his tone clear as usual: "Well, watch me wrap it. First I close it the same way, then pinch it, and then turn it over like this."

He placed the wrapped dumplings in his palm, just like teaching a child: "Look, the dumplings are wrapped like this."

It was indeed very simple. Xu Qingzhi learned it in no time and made a round, ingot-shaped dumpling.

"How's my package?"

Yu Zhou smiled and said, "Qingzhi, you wrapped it very well."

Huo Fengyan brought the dumplings he had wrapped over to her and said, "Teacher Yu, take a look at what I wrapped."

Yu Zhou's expression faded and he commented, "Not bad."

Jiang Xiao came over from the side and squeezed in, sandwiched between Xu Qingzhi and Yu Zhou: "Teacher Yu, can you teach me too? I want to learn too."

Yu Zhou nodded, his expression indifferent, it was hard to tell what he was thinking or what emotions he was feeling. He responded in a gentle voice, "Okay."

He taught Jiang Xiao how to make dumplings. When he looked up again, he saw Qing Zhi and Huo Fengyan making dumplings on the other side, talking and laughing. His eyes dimmed a little.

He made dumplings for a while, washed his hands, went outside to get some fresh air, and sent an encrypted text message.

"When will we communicate with her about the organization?"

Zhou Zheng went outside to collect samples again. Two young boys, Zhou An and Zhou Ran, helped him to make the dumplings, so it wasn't like they were not helping. They just had to wait for the dumplings to be put into the pot before coming back to eat.

He saw the message and replied: "The higher-ups haven't confirmed whether she is qualified yet, so it's not the right time yet."

After reading the message, Yu Zhou put his phone back into his pocket and sat under the persimmon tree. The house was filled with laughter.

He looked at the dark blue mountains in the distance under the cold light and took a deep breath.

Just wait, we've already waited for eight years, so it doesn't matter if we wait a few more days.

If Qingzhi could join the organization, he would no longer have to worry about his identity.

"Why are you sitting here alone? Do you think it's too noisy?" Xu Qingzhi brought out a cup of warm tea, handed it to him, and sat on the recliner that belonged to him on the other side.

She remembered that when he was in school, Yu Zhou didn't like noisy environments. Whenever it was too noisy, his brows would always frown slightly, just like now.

Yu Zhou looked at him, took the teacup, shook his head, and joked, "No, I'm just taking a break."

His voice is always gentle, and even when he's joking, it sounds like water flowing slowly but not hurriedly.

"Then let me sit here with you for a while, old classmate. I hope you don't find me annoying?" Xu Qingzhi said with a smile.

"How could that be?" Yu Zhou chuckled.

Xu Qingzhi sat beside him, and she really meant it. She was not like other people who liked to chat about the past with old classmates. She just drank tea quietly, feeling the cool breeze of the beginning of winter blowing through the treetops and brushing against her face, just like a feather scratching her face, very comfortable.

"Qingzhi, what do you think of me?" Yu Zhou suddenly spoke.