"@Qingzhi, Boss, the strawberries are already here, are the vegetables far behind?"

"Yes, when will the vegetables be sold?"

"They stopped selling it long before the Chinese New Year. Why are there no signs of vegetables now?"

"Boss, please sell vegetables and save the poor children."

…

Xu Qingzhi just called the courier boss and asked him to come over later today to load the truck.

After hanging up the phone, she saw the WeChat message from Zhou Zhengfa.

"Lao Mo's latest medical report is out. His condition has improved significantly. The balance has been transferred to your card."

Xu Qingzhi swiped his finger downwards and saw the pop-up message reminder. He replied to Zhou Zheng, "Mr. Zhou, I got it. The honey was just sent out yesterday. It should arrive in the next two days."

It is the honey in the spiritual space.

Lian Nan has always been the one taking care of the beehives in the back mountain, and she has rarely visited them.

But I heard from Liannan that we can collect honey once in March.

The seven-digit sum was transferred in three installments. The first installment was when she came to the house, the second installment was when she took the time to go from Fudao to give the medicine to Feng Yan and asked him to pass on the medicine, and the third installment was today.

Xu Qingzhi happily transferred some money to his parents’ WeChat accounts.

I happened to see 99+ messages in the vegetable selling group, which prompted me that there was new news about her. I clicked in to check out the chat in the group and figured it out that it was time to sell the potatoes at home.

Qingzhi: "Strawberries will still be on sale for a few days, and then potatoes will be in stock, and after the potatoes are sold, vegetables will be in stock."

After all, the cycle of Chinese cabbage is short, so it can be sold almost as soon as the potatoes are sold out, while other vegetables are more plentiful.

Fu Wang Farm had strawberries for several days in a row, and the happy Rice finally got some strawberries. The old lady received a delivery box from Fu Wang Farm early in the morning.

When I opened it, I saw ten boxes of strawberries, neatly arranged.

As soon as you open the carton, the aroma of strawberries hits you in the face, which is so soothing to the nose.

She opened WeChat and sent a voice message to her son: "The strawberries have arrived, thank you."

The boss of Lida Group finished his meeting and returned to the office. He saw a message from his old lady and clicked on the voice message to listen.

Strawberries, strawberries again.

Ever since the Fu Wang Farm started selling strawberries, the old lady has been complaining to herself every day that she can't get any.

There was no other way, he could only ask his men to help watch and rob.

The online store of Fuwang Farm cannot be purchased using software, otherwise it would be a piece of cake for him who comes from a technical background.

When he was in college, he was trying to get a spot in an elective course. While other students were still complaining about the painful lag, he was able to get the spot in seconds using the software he made.

Fortunately, manpower did play a role. Yesterday, an employee helped to grab ten boxes, which made the old lady happy and she stopped complaining.

Think of this.

He asked his assistant, "It's been three days. Has the owner of Fuwang Farm been contacted?"

The assistant shook his head and said timidly: "Not yet."

"Got it." He waved his hand and asked them to leave. He had asked someone to contact the boss last year, but the boss ignored him. However, he could see that the farm had a bright future and the investment would definitely be profitable.

The old lady who was very happy to receive the strawberries and shared the news everywhere also received a reply.

The eldest son: "That's good, mother. The weather has been changeable recently, please take care of yourself."

The youngest son said: "Mom, are the strawberries from Fuwang Farm so good? I feel that domestic products are not as natural as those from abroad. Products grown in a bad environment are not good either."

When asked to help grab strawberries, he never got any and had to rely on his eldest son.

She sent a 60-second voice message.

Youngest son: "I don't have the patience to listen to such a long voice message. Okay, the MasterChef competition will be over tomorrow, and I'll go see you and Xixi then."

That afternoon, the ten boxes of strawberries followed the old lady across the ocean to visit her granddaughter abroad.

Mu Xi took the old lady back and first received a video call from her father, who asked her if she had picked up her grandmother.

Mu Xi pointed the video at the old lady, "Look, here it is."

The old lady was washing strawberries, muttering, "Xixi, you must try them. Grandma brought them specially for you. These strawberries are delicious. They are from the Fuwang Farm."

Mu Xi smiled helplessly: "I know. How could I not know that you keep talking about the strawberries from Fuwang Farm? Grandma, I see that you are already a die-hard fan of that farm."

The old lady said: "The things grown by the boss are good. Not only me, but everyone likes them."

Her father gave her a few more instructions, told her to take good care of her grandmother, and then hung up the video. Only then did Mu Xi have the time to taste the strawberry.

The originally nonchalant face was first slightly stunned, and then a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

“This strawberry…”

The old lady asked, “How is it?”

Mu Xi: "It's delicious, much better than I expected."

She is a strawberry lover. She has eaten all kinds of strawberries over the years. Such delicious strawberries are really eye-catching. They are not the kind of flavor that is grown by using growth enhancers to make the fruit sweeter, but the kind of pure and natural sweetness.

Delicious, this strawberry is so delicious.

The old lady looked very proud: "Of course not. The rice I brought you last time was also from this farm, and you said it was delicious. Grandma knows you like to eat strawberries, so I bought them specially. Unfortunately, grandma is old and her hands are slow, so I had to ask your dad to buy it. Your uncle's is useless, so I asked him to help me get it..."

Before he could finish his words, Mu Xi's phone rang again.

That 'useless uncle' sent a video call.

Mu Xi answered the call and the old lady shut up.

"Xixi, did you pick up grandma?"

I'm also here to care about the old lady.

After all, she is already very old and living in a foreign country. I always worry that something might happen to the old lady. But the old lady can't sit still and loves to be active. She doesn't even feel tired of flying and comes to see her granddaughter from time to time.

Mu Xi turned the video to herself and her grandmother: "Here it is. We're here."

The man with a pigtail: "Mom."

The old lady couldn't stand his long hair. Deep down, she always felt that men should have short hair. It would look like he was neither male nor female.

"Don't call me mom, I'm not your mom."

Mu Mingqian: "Mother, take good care of yourself over there. I'm done with the competition today and I'm going to have a dinner. I'll come see you tomorrow."

"Don't come. I'm annoyed just looking at you." The old lady frowned in disdain.

Mu Mingqian smiled and said, "Okay, I'll come to see Xixi tomorrow. OK, I'm going to get busy now."

After the video was hung up, the old lady started to mutter, "Look at your uncle, he's nothing like your father. He refused to join the company and insisted on being a cook. The Mu family has never had a cook for generations."

Mu Xi smiled and joked: "Didn't our ancestors work in the imperial kitchen?"