Jiaming smiled and said, "That's not the reason. It's because the ingredients have been changed. Those ingredients are all from my mother's estate. Recently, the estate has switched to planting improved varieties, and today was the first batch harvested."
After saying that, Jiaming felt that this was a good opportunity to tell Hongxuan her suggestion.
Just as he was thinking this, Hongxuan readily continued the topic.
"The taste is good, this improvement is excellent, this person is quite capable." After Hongxuan finished speaking, he continued, "By the way, do you know who this person is? If we can find this person and ask him to improve the grain seeds as well, that would be even better. Of course, not in terms of taste, but in terms of yield."
Hongxuan was well-educated and had a strong sense of patriotism and concern for the people. In the blink of an eye, he thought of another aspect of the matter.
Jiaming was silent for a while, then decided to tell Hongxuan: "This seed is the one that your mother improved."
Hongxuan chuckled, "Mother, if you don't know, you don't know. Don't try to fool your son." Fooling me is one thing, but you can't take credit for someone else's work.
Jiaming was speechless. "I'm not lying to you, it's your mother who improved it."
Hongxuan shook his head, clearly still not believing. Then, ignoring Jiaming, he picked up his chopsticks, grabbed some food, and started eating.
Seeing Hongxuan's attitude, Jiaming's expression and tone immediately turned sour. "What, do you look down on your mother? Do you think your mother is incompetent?"
"No, how could I dare? Mother, you are so amazing. I have grown up safely thanks to your protection." As Hongxuan said this, a thought flashed through his mind: "Only women and petty men are difficult to deal with."
Tsk, that's exactly what I mean by "mother." So even if that's what I think in my heart, I can't show it on my face.
However, Hongxuan's understanding was still somewhat shallow. Jiaming could still see through Hongxuan's perfunctory attitude. Moreover, she asked about improving the seeds, but Hongxuan brought up the matter of protecting him as he grew up.
"Fine, believe it or not." Although Jiaming said this with some annoyance, her next words were clearly to prove her ability to Hongxuan.
"Hmph, do you see? All the flowers, plants and trees in this Peach Garden were planted and raised by your mother."
Hongxuan blinked. "But Mother, it's just planting flowers, grass, and trees. You're not the only one in the world who can do it. Our gardener can too."
Jiaming was annoyed. "Are you blind? Can't you see that the flowers, plants, and trees in our yard are different from the normal ones? Our gardeners don't have this skill."
Upon hearing this, Hongxuan recalled the flowers, plants, and trees in his mother's courtyard, and then the other flowers, plants, and trees in this mansion; they were indeed different. Moreover, his mother's ability to cultivate flowers, plants, and trees was truly excellent.
But he still frowned, and asked with some disbelief, "Mother, could it be that you planted a different variety?"
"Ha!" After a cold laugh, Jiaming felt it was too much effort to explain to someone who didn't want to believe her, so she decided to give up. "Fine, believe it or not, it's up to you!"
After saying that, Jiaming picked up some food with her chopsticks and ate, occasionally feeding Hongjing some food that he could eat. As for Hongxuan, she was angry that he didn't believe her.
So Jiaming said that he was too old to eat by himself, and she wouldn't serve him any more food.
For a moment, only the soft sounds of eating filled the dining table.
At the dinner table, only Jiaming and Xiao Hongjing were eating. Hongxuan was lost in thought, and the two little voices in his heart were still arguing. One was inclined to believe his mother, and the other was not. Gradually, he began to believe that his mother was just deceiving him.
Coming to his senses, he looked at his mother, Jiaming, who was no longer paying attention to him, and couldn't help but say, "Mother, didn't you promise that the person who helped you improve the seeds wouldn't reveal his identity? But even so, you don't need to pretend that you are the person who improved the seeds. You can use someone else."
Hmph, they just don't believe in themselves!
Jiaming glanced at Hongxuan, then lowered her head to eat, indicating that she didn't want to talk to her son who didn't believe her.
Hongxuan couldn't tell anything from Jiaming's expressionless face, but seeing that Jiaming didn't speak, he took it as tacit agreement and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, son understands."
Jiaming rolled her eyes at Hongxuan inwardly: What do you know? Anyway, she felt that his so-called "knowing" was different from what she meant.
But Hongxuan remained stubborn, saying, "Mother, do you know where you went wrong in your impersonation?"
Jiaming: "..." Is this ever going to end?!
Impersonation? What impersonation?!
They all say it's true!
Seeing Jiaming's confusion, Hongxuan assumed she also wanted to know where the person pretending to improve the vegetable variety had slipped up.
So she explained proudly, "Mother, a gardener who can grow flowers and plants well may not necessarily be able to grow vegetables well. Mother, you may have some ability in growing flowers, plants and trees, but vegetables are different. They are for eating, and these vegetables are improved varieties."
Red Peach couldn't help but chime in, "How are they different? They were all domesticated from grass. They still eat wild vegetables now, and wild vegetables aren't grass."
Hongxuan: "..." That seems to make sense.
He looked at Jiaming with shock.
"Mother, Hongtao, is what you said true? Did you really improve the vegetable variety?"
Jiaming continued eating, still preoccupied with Hongxuan's distrust of her, which truly hurt her.
Hongxuan wasn't stupid. He immediately realized that his disbelief had angered his mother, so he tried to appease Jiaming with all sorts of nice words and kept putting food on her plate.
After seeing that Jiaming's expression had improved, Hongxuan couldn't wait to ask, "Mother, please tell your son properly, is it you or not? There are only two choices: yes or no."
Jiaming's face immediately fell again. "No."
Hongxuan was dumbfounded. How come it wasn't you again? Didn't you swear before that it was all your doing?
Seeing that Hongxuan had been teased by her, Jiaming felt a little better. "I've said it several times, but you didn't believe me before. So, isn't this the answer you wanted?"
Hongxuan: "..."
Although he was teased, Hongxuan got the answer he wanted: those vegetable seeds were indeed improved by his mother.
Shocked and still somewhat incredulous, Hongxuan suddenly had another question: "Mother, you've always lived in the Peach Garden and never left. Where did you get these seeds from?"
Suddenly, he began to doubt whether he had been deceived, but of course, he had learned his lesson and didn't show it on his face.
Jiaming said nonchalantly, "It was a long time ago, before Mother entered the manor."
Hongxuan was still somewhat skeptical.
"Don't you believe me? You must have eaten at your uncle's house before, right?"
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