Ten million is nothing to him, just some pocket money.

But he couldn't accept his failure, so he went abroad to study cuisines from all over the world and participated in chef competitions.

At such a young age, he has won the gold medal in international competitions for three consecutive years.

But this is not enough, far from enough.

He also wants to open a restaurant in Kyoto. He will get up from where he fell.

However, he was very strict with the raw materials, and he also thought about setting up his own raw material base like the private chef in Kyoto, but he knew nothing about planting and breeding.

If you purchase directly from abroad, firstly, the cost is high, and secondly, you do not have the initiative in your hands.

Knowing the existence of Fuwang Farm, I actually had another purpose in mind, which was to investigate this farm. It would be best if we could cooperate, but even if not, I could learn some experience and start my own farm in the future.

The next day, it was foggy.

Xu Qingzhi looked at the last piece of vacant land, which was a large vacant land near the road and was used to grow sunflowers.

Melon seeds are a must-have for chatting, watching TV shows, or just eating when you have nothing to do.

Xu Qingzhi wanted to eat it, so he wanted to plant it.

Plus, I had memories of sunflowers before.

At that time, she got a few melon seeds from her classmates. When the old lady went to the public land to plant vegetables, she casually threw the melon seeds into the vegetable field.

I just planted it casually and told my grandma.

Later, several small melon seeds really grew into sunflowers.

At that time, she was already in junior high school and could only come back once a week. The sunflower public space was a path for some children to go to elementary school.

There were five sunflowers, and when she came back from a weekend vacation, there were only three left.

Two of them were picked away.

She was angry for a long time, her eyes were red from crying, and she asked the old lady, "Grandma, who was it? Which bad guy picked my sunflowers? How could there be such a bad person?"

The old lady coaxed her: "They must be those bad kids at school. Next time I see them, I'll help you beat them up."

But Xu Qingzhi was already in junior high school, and she had long known that the old lady's words were just to coax her.

We don’t know who picked it, and since it’s a child, the old lady will definitely not beat him.

Qingzhi was sensible enough at that time. He cried for a while, then stopped making a fuss after he understood what was going on.

But the three remaining sunflowers, growing tall in the short vegetable field, were really eye-catching and beautiful, but no other accidents happened.

She had the whole day off and would go and take a look from time to time.

No one in his hometown had ever grown sunflowers. Xu Qingzhi thought they were too novel at first, and since he grew them himself, they were even more rare.

The head of the sunflower will change direction as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

When I came back later, the petals had started to fall off and it wasn't as beautiful as before.

Xu Qingzhi decided not to go to the field to check, after all, it was not close to home.

Until one day, the old lady was sitting under the eaves, pointing at a nail on the wall in the house where things were hung. Hanging on the nail was a tightly tied red plastic bag.

"Qingzhi, grandma has collected the melon seeds you planted for you. Go and take a look."

Xu Qingzhi opened it and saw three sunflower seeds, which were held in a handful in his two hands.

Moreover, there are many flat ones that don’t grow well.

She ate one and it tasted different from the melon seeds she usually ate. It was raw and had no flavor.

She has grown a lot of things since she was a child, from broad beans, loofahs, to melon seeds.

Once the excitement wore off, she no longer cared.

It wasn't until the next year that grandma said the sunflowers in the field were blooming.

Xu Qingzhi was eating spicy fish tail at the time. Siha gasped and didn't react. He asked the old lady: "Where did the sunflower come from?"