A plate of bayberry was served after the meal. Mrs. Zhao didn’t like bayberry at first.
Mrs. Wen said: "Sometimes I feel full after eating a few more bayberries."
Mrs. Zhao, who was full, immediately picked up one and put it in her mouth.
"Well..." Mrs. Zhao swallowed the pulp, "When you eat the bayberry in your mouth, it smells sweet, and it is sweet but not greasy. There seems to be a unique sour taste of bayberry, no... it's not sour, hey, what exactly? I can’t even describe the taste, it’s just so delicious.”
Zhao Qiansheng saw that his wife was so excited because of a bayberry, so he immediately tasted one and his eyes lit up.
He took a closer look at the bayberry fruit. It was red and big, and looked familiar. He asked, "Did you buy this at a boutique supermarket?"
It was obvious that the bayberries looked similar, but he subconsciously matched the two red bayberries in the "stingy" gift box he received from the boutique supermarket this afternoon.
Wen Xiong waved his hand: "No, it was sent from my daughter."
Zhao Qiansheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was not greedy for those bayberries. He just felt that if the two bayberries in the gift box were the same as the one he was tasting, it would be unavoidable for him to throw them away to his servants. It's a pity.
If it were known to outsiders, this upstart in Kyoto's business circle would feel sorry for throwing away a few bayberries, and he would be afraid that others would laugh at him.
Zhao Qiansheng sighed in his heart and picked up another bayberry to taste.
On weekdays, because he stayed up late and lacked sleep, he always felt that there was a stuffy feeling in his chest, and it was better to rely on massage. But after eating two bayberries, the stuffy feeling seemed to be relieved a little.
Mrs. Wen on the side seemed to have remembered something. She took Wen Xiong's arm and said, "Hey, didn't Shanshan say that the landlord's bayberries were sold to Jiang Xiao? We didn't buy them in a boutique supermarket, but Shanshan The bayberry sent to us is actually from the same boutique supermarket, and the taste is definitely not bad, they are all the same."
Mrs. Zhao had already eaten the third bayberry in her mouth. When she heard this, she remembered that she complained about the "few broken bayberries" in the gift box in the afternoon.
Suddenly, I just felt my face was swollen.
This is not a broken bayberry, it is clearly a delicacy in the world.
Mrs. Zhao is a smart person. After tasting the delicious vegetables and bayberry from the Wen family, she immediately thought of the vegetables that many wealthy ladies in Kyoto's upper class were passing on, and she had even mentioned buying bayberry before.
She had already thought about buying it and asked for her contact information, but she couldn't add the boss's WeChat account. It is said that the boss who sells vegetables and bayberries is quite willful. Not only is he unwilling to sell more to make money, but in order to resist the phenomenon of high-price purchasing on behalf of others, , and recently began to restrict purchases.
In order to save trouble, many wealthy ladies who relied on purchasing agents to get groceries began to rack their brains to find ways to buy groceries.
Mrs. Zhao immediately asked: "Is this what everyone is talking about, two hundred yuan per pound of vegetables and bayberries?"
Mrs. Wen nodded.
Mrs. Zhao’s eyes were intense: “Sister, do you have any purchasing channels?”
"My daughter sends it to me every time. There is still a bunch of vegetables at home. The ones delivered today are very fresh. I will take you to see them and you can pick some to take back..." Mrs. Wen said warmly.
The two ladies held hands and headed toward the kitchen.
Wen Xiong and Zhao Qiansheng looked at each other and smiled.
"Let's go, let's take you to experience some good things. I won't trick you this time, it can really help you sleep." Wen Xiong stood up and led the way.
Zhao Qiansheng and Wen Xiong have known each other for many years, and because of their insomnia, they have become close friends.
He followed Wen Xiong to the study room on the second floor.
Wen Xiong mysteriously asked him to lie down on the huge sofa bed in the study, took out a small bottle, and poured a few drops on the water plate on the wooden table next to him.
Instantly, a faint fragrance filled the room.
Zhao Qiansheng was about to ask when he saw Wen Xiong yawn and subconsciously yawned himself.
He knew that yawning was contagious, so he didn't think it was because he was sleepy that he yawned. He asked, "Old Wen, what is this?"
"Lavender essential oil." Wen Xiong replied. He carefully tightened the dropper cap. He remembered that he had used a bottle directly the first time, and he felt regretful. He carefully put the essential oil back on the bookshelf before turning his head. With a proud look on his face, he continued to Zhao Qiansheng: "My precious daughter Shanshan knew that I had insomnia, so she specially sent it to me from all the way away."
This ostentatious little tone can definitely attract hatred.
Zhao Qiansheng became extremely angry when he thought of his son who was not doing his job in the entertainment industry all day long.
Children just can't compare, the more they compare, the more annoying they become.
Downstairs, Mrs. Zhao was enthusiastically given a lot of vegetables by Mrs. Wen, and chatted with her children for a while. She didn't see her man for a long time, and she was wondering where Lao Zhao had gone.
Mrs. Wen smiled understandingly and took her to the study on the second floor.
The door was not completely closed, so Mrs. Wen pushed it open with a gentle push.
So, in the room, the scene of two grown men lying on a sofa bed, sleeping with their backs stretched out, fell into their eyes.
Mrs. Wen knew that Ah Xiong specially called Lao Zhao here to let him try the sleep-aiding effect of lavender essential oil, so this scene was what she expected.
But it was... Mrs. Zhao's surprise.
Lao Zhao's insomnia has lasted for half a year.
For so many nights, he had been overwhelmed by business matters, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. As the person beside his pillow, she knew this best.
And at this moment...
She was excited but deliberately lowered her voice: "Are they asleep?"
"Yes." Mrs. Wen nodded and closed the door gently, "This lavender essential oil is very effective in promoting sleep, and it has no toxic or side effects. It is purely natural, so you can rest assured."
She patted Mrs. Zhao's shoulder gently, calmed her excitement and said, "Old Zhao won't wake up for a while. There are clean guest rooms on the second floor. Why don't you stay here tonight?"
"Okay." Mrs. Zhao nodded and added a few words in a daze: "Thank you, thank you."
The next day, Zhao Qiansheng had the best sleep in half a year. He and Wen Xiong hit it off immediately, and immediately contacted several other brothers and sisters suffering from insomnia.
This thing, although it is just a small sleep aid.
But for those big guys who suffer from long-term insomnia and have no cure, this is a life-saving thing that is hard to find.
Some people spend their entire lives just for a house, a car, two children, and four elderly people.
And some people are born to be at the top and have no money worries. Some people have other problems derived from money making money, such as insomnia, baldness, obesity...
Many things in the world are sometimes fair and sometimes unfair.
Some people are educated to study hard since childhood, and when they grow up, they work hard to squeeze into big companies in Kyoto, while some people are born with all the resources in Kyoto's upper class.
The upper class lacks nothing. They squandered their bodies when they were young, but they also pay attention to health.
So a few people heard that Lao Wen said there was something good to help with sleep. A few men used the lavender essential oil in a high-end club. After taking a nap and waking up, a few people looked crazy and asked Lao Wen to bid on the spot.
As long as money can solve the problem, it is not a problem.
At the same time, the boutique supermarket’s new bayberry and bayberry series of drinks are officially launched.
Rows of bayberry counters and bayberry peripheral designs demonstrate the Jiang family’s emphasis on bayberry this time.
When bayberry came online, Jiang Zhan, the second son of the Jiang family, went to the store to taste it in person and made a live broadcast of the new bayberry product.
Yesterday, some diamond members of the boutique supermarket had tasted the taste in advance and were already tempted by the taste of bayberry. However, the Jiang family is so stupid that they only gave two bayberries as a gift!
I took a few sips of the drink, but it was gone before I could get enough of it.
Even though the price of these bayberries is ridiculously expensive, a group of wealthy ladies are not merciless in spending them.
Especially after I heard that this is the bayberry from the owner who sells vegetables for 200 yuan per pound, and I can only buy it in this boutique supermarket.
Kuotai, who had never bought red bayberries before, went crazy buying them.
These wealthy owners not only rushed to buy bayberries, but also the 10,000 bottles of sour plum soup, a high-end drink, were sold out within ten minutes of going online.
A bottle of sour plum soup costs 199. It is made from real ingredients without adding any preservatives. It is just like fresh milk. It is always chilled and has a shelf life of only three days.
The boutique supermarket, which originally had a sluggish sales volume, had a sales volume of over 10 million that day because of Yangmei this time.
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Xu Qingzhi, who was lying under the persimmon tree, didn't know anything about this. It was Jiang Xiao who was watching the live broadcast to buy gifts in order to support his younger brother.
While watching, Wen Shanshan complained: "It's a money grab. The prices in your boutique supermarket are ridiculously expensive."
"Qingzhi, they sell four bayberries for 99 yuan, and nine bayberries for 199 yuan. For 999 yuan, you can enjoy the luxurious bayberry set meal, which is dozens of bayberries and several bottles of sour plum soup. Tsk tsk tsk..." She had an incredible expression on her face,
Just like a primary school student complaining, he added angrily: "Next year, you must not agree to sell Yangmei to Jiang Xiao. Their family is too evil to make money!"
Xu Qingzhi smiled and responded like a child: "Yeah."
Jiang Xiao did not explain the so-called transportation, labor, store, and raw material cost issues, just like teasing a child: "It doesn't matter if you disagree, my aunt and uncle like me, and they will definitely agree to sell to me."
Wen Shanshan: "Auntie and uncle like me more!"
Jiang Xiao: "I like me too."
Wen Shanshan: "Like me more!"
Jiang Xiao: "Me."
Wen Shanshan: "It's me! It's me! I like me more!"
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Fortunately, Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang were not present, otherwise they would have had to be asked by the two older children who they liked more.
Xu Qingzhi suddenly thought of his own childhood.
There was a crazy woman who lived at the entrance of the village. Her hair was dirty and sticky. When I saw Xiao Qingzhi, her thin lips could always say things that Xiao Qingzhi didn't like to hear.
Similar to:
Girl of the Xu family, you have a younger brother, why don’t your parents like you!
Your parents picked you up from the trash can, and your brother is their biological child. Your parents both like your brother but not you.
I saw that your grandparents left a lot of delicious food for your brother, a lot of candies. Your grandparents also like your brother, but they don’t like you.
Xiao Qingzhi was still young at that time and didn't take it seriously, thinking that the crazy woman was going crazy. Because everyone said so, the crazy woman at the entrance of the village could only talk crazy nonsense.
It’s not like her parents don’t like her, they only like her younger brother.
But later, during the New Year dinner, a distant relative said to her, your parents picked you up from the trash can.
She pouted her mouth aggrievedly, her eyes were red, and she asked her parents timidly and seriously: "Did you really pick me up from the trash can?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the adults present burst into laughter, as if they had encountered something interesting.
The annoying relative said: "Yes, yes, you just picked it from the trash can."
Xiao Qingzhi suddenly remembered what the crazy woman said and burst into tears.
She was lying on the ground, kicking her hands and feet in the air, rolling on the floor crying, and shouting sadly: "My parents and grandparents only like my brother, but they don't like me, they don't like me... I hate my brother, I hate him."
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Grandma scolded the relative fiercely, picked up little Qingzhi on the ground, and coaxed, "Grandma likes Qingzhi the most."
Grandpa, who was always serious, also came over with a smile on his face, "Grandpa also likes to be light-hearted."
Xiao Qingzhi looked at her parents with tearful eyes. When her parents said they liked her, and even many relatives nearby said they liked her, she stopped her tears with satisfaction.
Later, she often carried her younger brother and asked in front of her parents and grandparents: "Do you like me more or your younger brother?"
Every time I get a satisfying answer, I like her even more.
Xiao Qing was very happy to know that he would, and burst into laughter.
The three-year-old brother had a confused look on his face. After seeing his sister smile, he also started to laugh along with her.
Xiao Qingzhi still didn't like her brother for some reason, so she was watching the ants move. When her brother came over, she would proudly tell him: "My parents and grandparents all like me more~ I don't like you!"
The younger brother had snot bubbles on his nose and grinned: "Sister, sister~"
Xiao Qingzhi looked disgusted, but she still used her sleeves to wipe the snot bubbles that were about to fall into his mouth. While wiping, she made a disgusted sound: "Tsk, tsk, tsk~"
Later, she never asked her parents or grandparents whether she preferred her or her brother.
As I grew older, I didn’t know where the crazy woman at the entrance of the village had gone. Some people said she had gone with a homeless man who came to the village.
Later, I heard the news that the crazy woman and the homeless man were living in another place and had a son.
Grandma said that the crazy woman was a poor person. She was not her parents’ biological child. She was picked up in the garbage on the roadside. Later, she had a younger brother at home, and her grandparents did not like her. In order for her younger brother to have money to get married, my father
Her mother forced her to marry a lame man from the village, and she was beaten into a fool by domestic violence.
Later, when the lame man died, she went crazy again and became known as the crazy woman in the village.
Xu Qingzhi finally understood as she grew up that the words that the crazy woman used to scare Xiao Qingzhi might be her own stories.
When she feels a little sad.
Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang are back just in time.
Wen Shanshan asked impatiently: "Auntie and uncle, do you like me or Jiang Xiao more?"
Xu Fuqiang scratched his head, wondering what happened.
Master Wang Duanshui Yanmei said with a smile: "They all like it, they all like it."
Wen Shanshan didn't want such a polite answer, she still wanted to ask.
But at this moment, her mobile phone rang.
This is a 4,000-word chapter. I stayed up late and was a little tired after writing it, so I didn’t break it into chapters. Good morning.