It's not that she looked down on the profession of cook, but seeing her eldest son supporting Lida Group alone and having to be careful about those distant relatives who wanted to rip off the company, the old lady always felt that she could not be more reassured with her younger brother.

But Mu Mingqian is only interested in the kitchen.

I'm thirty years old and I don't even have a partner.

Mu Xi relayed the old lady's words to her uncle in writing.

Mu Mingqian replied: "The old lady is old and confused. She can't even do math. I'm still 29 years old!"

How can I be considered 30 when my birthday isn’t even here in September this year? Damn it.

The next day, Mu Mingqian came with his apprentice.

We ate outside and the table was full of people.

The old lady gave face in front of outsiders and did not scold Mu Mingqian. She looked kind and smiling.

After dinner, when he returned to Mu Xi's place, the old lady grabbed his hair and said, "Look at what your hair looks like. If you don't know, you might think you are a woman."

The Mu family members themselves tend to be handsome, and Mu Mingqian is no exception.

Mu Mingqian picked up the freshly washed strawberries on the table and said, "Mother, you are still very cultured in your speech. You always like to use exaggerated rhetoric. With my mouth, everyone knows that I am a man."

The old lady couldn't do anything about his words, so she simply said with a stern face: "When are you going back? I think the girl from the Wen family is pretty good. I live so far away, she will come to cheer me up whenever she is free."

"No, I plan to go to Iceland with Aaron." Mu Mingqian is naturally unruly and yearns for freedom. How could he be willing to be tied down by marriage?

The old lady's face turned even darker.

"Don't you have any physical desires?"

Mu Mingqian laughed at her: "Old lady, you are so open. Your words are so outspoken that I dare not respond."

He put the strawberry in his mouth, and his originally playful face froze for a moment. He became serious for once, and then he remembered something and asked, "Mom, is this the strawberry from the Fuwang Farm you mentioned?"

"Yeah." The old lady responded. Seeing that he wanted to take another strawberry, she reached out and hit him lightly. "I brought this for Xixi, not for you!"

"Hey, eat another one, you stingy old lady." Mu Mingqian looked at the different varieties of strawberries in the bowl, picked up the most eye-catching dark red strawberry and tasted it. His eyes lit up immediately and he said honestly, "This strawberry tastes good."

"Of course. Everything the farm owner grows is delicious. He never uses pesticides. It's all natural. Besides, the vegetables on the farm are good for your health. My three-highs are also much more stable. The vegetables on the farm are even more popular than these strawberries. Tens of thousands of kilograms of vegetables are sold out in just a few seconds." The old lady was beaming with joy when she talked about this, just like a little pink girl promoting her idol.

"Then the Approaching Science program team can go visit this farm." Mu Mingqian joked, and then said, "How can there be no pesticides? Strawberries are full of pesticides."

The crops are growing so well, it’s impossible not to use pesticides.

Although there are strawberries that are not sprayed with pesticides, they do not grow like this.

But regardless of whether it is sprayed with pesticides or not, the deliciousness of this strawberry will undoubtedly score high in his heart.

He likes cooking and has a set of strict standards for the ingredients he handles. He has always believed that for a delicious dish to be created, the quality of the raw materials must be very good.

The most intuitive way to judge the quality of raw materials is the taste.

Just like making poached chicken, no matter how good your technique is at removing the fishy smell, the chicken will still not taste good.

Mu Mingqian wanted to be a chef since he was a child, for no other reason.

It was simply the kind of food that most people would cook, and he couldn't stomach it.

So he loved to make food since he was young. He could cook porridge at the age of four and fry eggs at the age of five. The first thing he learned to make was fried rice with egg, otherwise he was afraid of starving to death.

Old lady: “No.”

Mu Mingqian: "Don't be stingy."

"Really?" The old lady gnashed her teeth. "I asked you to help me get some, but you never got any. Your eldest brother is the one who is reliable. The boss doesn't want to sell vegetables, so where can I get them for you?"

Mu Mingqian: "So the farm doesn't sell vegetables anymore?"

The old lady said: "The boss hasn't finished growing the crops yet. He will sell them when the time comes."

"Okay, when we go back to sell vegetables, I'll help you grab some." Mu Mingqian said as he opened WeChat and looked through the chat history the old lady had sent him. He then clicked on a URL he had never visited before and took a look.

Fuwang Farm.

The logo is well designed. All the dishes inside are sold out. I clicked on the strawberries that were the latest to be sold out.

This strawberry picture...

The boss is really generous and can sell the strawberries in this way.

The picture shows a sea of ​​green strawberry seedlings, with a white greenhouse visible. The faint red and white dots among the green strawberry seedlings are strawberry fruits. From this picture, you can't even tell what the strawberries look like.

This boss is a talented salesman.

Mu Mingqian took a look around and realized that the reason why the farm’s products sold so well was probably because of their high quality.

When the vegetables are available in a few days, he will buy some to try. He doesn’t know if it will work with an overseas address.

He wanted to ask customer service, but couldn't find anyone after searching everywhere, so he had to ask the customer service of the online mall.

Customer service replied: "It is currently only available in China."

Mu Mingqian: “…”

"Mom, when are you going back home? I'll go back with you."

The old lady squinted at him and said, "Why did you suddenly change your mind? Are you willing to meet the girl from the Wen family?"

"No, I just suddenly remembered that there was a chef competition variety show in China that invited me and offered me a lot of money. I will go back to China and talk to the production team about it."

The variety show is real, but he had not originally planned to participate in it.

He took another strawberry and tasted it and recognized the variety: "Angel AE can grow such delicious strawberries, this boss must be quite capable."

I am a little looking forward to whether the vegetables on that farm are as magical as the old lady said.

If I remember correctly, last year a type of domestic rice was circulated among wealthy people abroad, but that rice was not sold abroad. Some people found ways to find purchasing agents in China, which led to an increase in the price of domestic exported rice.

It seems that it is the rice from Fuwang Farm.

Mu Mingqian stretched out his hand for the strawberries, but his hand missed. The plate of strawberries was taken away by the old lady.

"Eat, eat, eat. Just eat. I brought this especially for Xixi. There are eight in a box. You just ate nine. You can't eat any more!"

Mu Mingqian leaned on the dining table and asked, "Old lady, am I your biological child?"

The old lady said seriously: "Of course not, you picked it up from the trash can." (End of this chapter)