"What a sin, a thirty-year-old man doesn't even have a partner." The old lady shook her head.
It's not that she despises the profession of cook, but seeing her eldest son prop up the Lida Group on his own, he also has to be wary of distant relatives taking advantage of the company. In the heart of the old lady, she always feels that she is not as relieved as her own brother.
But Mu Mingqian is a kid who is only interested in the kitchen.
I am thirty years old and I don’t even have a partner.
Mu Xi relayed the old lady's words to her uncle in words.
Mu Mingqian replied: "The old lady is old and confused. She can't even understand arithmetic. I'm still 29 years old!"
My birthday is in September this year and I haven’t even arrived yet, so how can I count myself as thirty? Damn it.
The next day, Mu Mingqian came with his apprentice.
Eating outside, there was a table full of people.
The old lady did give Mu Mingqian face in front of outsiders, and did not scold Mu Mingqian, with a kind face and a smile.
After finishing the meal and returning to Mu Xi's place, the old lady grabbed his hair and said, "Look, what does your hair look 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 still speak well and always like to use exaggerated rhetoric. With my mouth, no one knows that I am a man."
The old lady had nothing to do with his words, and simply said with a straight face: "When will you return to China? I think the girl from the Wen family is pretty good. I live so far away, and she will come to cheer me up whenever she has time."
"If I don't come back, 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 up by marriage?
The old lady's face turned darker.
"Don't you have any physical desires?"
Mu Mingqian laughed at her: "Old lady, you are so open-minded. Your words are too big and I don't even dare to accept them."
He put the strawberry in his mouth, and his originally smiling face froze for a moment. He suddenly became serious. He remembered something and asked, "Mom, are these the strawberries from Fuwang Farm you were talking about?"
"Yes." The old lady responded, looking at his hand that wanted to take another strawberry, she stretched out her hand and gave it a gentle slap, "I brought it to Xixi, not you!"
"Oh, eat one more, you stingy old lady." Mu Mingqian looked at the different varieties of strawberries in the bowl, picked up the most conspicuous black-red strawberry and tasted it, and his eyes immediately lit up,
Tell the truth: "These strawberries taste good."
"Of course, whatever the farm owner grows is delicious and does not use any pesticides. It is all natural. Moreover, eating the vegetables from the farm is good for your health. My high school education has also stabilized a lot. The vegetables from the farm are more expensive than the strawberries."
It’s so popular that tens of thousands of kilograms of vegetables are gone in just a few seconds.” When the old lady talked about this, her eyes lit up, just like the little pink color of Amway’s own idol.
"Then the science program team can visit this farm." Mu Mingqian joked, and then said: "How could it not be sprayed? Strawberries are like medicine jars."
If the plant is so well planted, it is impossible not to spray it with pesticides.
Although there are strawberries without pesticides, they don’t grow like this.
But regardless of whether there is any medicine or not, the deliciousness of this strawberry will undoubtedly give him a high score in his heart.
He likes to cook food and has a strict set of standards for the ingredients he handles. He has always believed that for the birth of a delicious food, the quality of the ingredients must be very good.
The most intuitive thing about the quality of raw materials is the white flavor.
It's just like making boiled chicken. No matter how good you are at removing the fishy smell, the chicken still won't taste good.
Mu Mingqian wanted to be a chef since he was a child, for no other reason.
It's just the dishes made by most people that won't fit into his mouth.
So he loved making food since he was a child. He could cook porridge at the age of four and make fried eggs at the age of five. The first thing he learned was fried rice with eggs, otherwise he would be afraid of starving to death.
Mu Mingqian remembered that the old lady often asked him to help grab food, saying that the food at this farm was good, and the cook was born with a fanatical desire for good food, so he asked: "Mom, the food at Fuwang Farm is still good."
Do you have any? Get some for me."
Old lady: "No."
Mu Mingqian: "Don't be stingy."
"Really not!" the old lady gritted her teeth, "I asked you to help me grab it. You have never done it before, so your elder brother must be reliable. The boss doesn't sell vegetables, where can I get it for you?"
Mu Mingqian: "Then the farm won't sell vegetables?"
Old lady: "My boss hasn't planted it yet, so he will sell it when it's time to sell it."
"Okay, we're selling vegetables later, I'll help you grab them." Mu Mingqian said, opened WeChat, looked through the chat history sent by the old lady, and then clicked on a website he had never entered before.
Fu Wang Farm.
The logo is well designed, but the dishes inside are all sold out. Click on the newly sold out strawberries to take a look.
This strawberry picture...
Strawberries can be sold in this way. This boss is really generous.
In the picture of the green strawberry seedlings in Wuyangyang, you can see the white greenhouse, and the faint red and white dots among the green strawberry seedlings are strawberry fruits. In this picture, I don’t even know what the strawberries look like.
This boss is a talented salesman.
Mu Mingqian walked around and realized that the products from this farm were selling well, probably for no other reason than simply being of good quality.
After a few days when the food would be available, he bought it and tried it. He didn't know if it would work for overseas addresses.
He wanted to ask customer service, but he couldn't find anyone after searching all over the place, so he could only ask the customer service of the online mall.
Customer service replied: "It is only sold in China for the time being."
Mu Mingqian: "..."
"Mom, when do you return to China, I will go back with you."
The old lady looked at him sideways: "Why did you suddenly change your mind? Are you willing to meet that girl from the Wen family?"
"No, I just suddenly remembered that a domestic chef competition variety show invited me and offered me a lot of money. I will go back to China and talk to the show team about it."
The variety show was real, but he had no intention of participating in it.
He took another strawberry and tasted it and he could tell the variety: "Angel ae can grow such delicious strawberries. This boss is quite capable."
I'm a little bit looking forward to whether the farm's food is as mythical as the old lady said.
If I remember correctly, last year a domestic rice was circulated among wealthy people abroad, but that rice was not sold domestically. Some people tried to find ways to purchase it domestically, which caused the price of domestically exported rice to rise.
It seems that it is the rice from Fuwang Farm.
Mu Mingqian's hand reached for the strawberry, but it was empty. The plate with the strawberry was taken away by the old lady.
"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. I brought this specially for Xi Xi. There are eight in a box. You just ate nine, you can't eat any more!"
Mu Mingqian leaned on the dining table, "Old lady, am I your biological child?"
The old lady said seriously: "Of course not, you picked it up from the trash can."