"Little brother, come here!"

  The little girl, at the behest of Wang Qifang, stuffed two or three buns into her mouth with her hands, wiped her mouth corners with a handkerchief, and stood up to shout at the running waiter.

  "Ah, here you are, sir! What can I do for you?"

  Although he looked down on Xiaoyuan's lack of experience and poor quality in his heart, a good colleague with good professional ethics still ran over with a smile, but it was hard to say how much sincerity was in that smile.

  "Hehe, never mind, can you help take these two fruits to the kitchen and wash them thoroughly?"

  As she spoke, Wang Qifang took out two bright red tomatoes from the sunflower-patterned cloth bag hanging on her wrist, wrapped them in a handkerchief and handed them to the young shop assistant.

  "Huh? Tomato?" The young man looked clearly at the thing Wang Qifang handed over, his eyes lit up instantly, with a hint of hesitation he took the thing, and in his heart he began to reposition the seemingly "frugal" young lady in front of him.

  Sour? Cut, please. Now it's early March in the spring, and tomatoes in the field have just sprouted. If it weren't for the greenhouses of the wealthy families, where would such premature tomatoes come from?!

  Greenhouse? Don't say you don't know, the young fellow has heard the boss mention it before. This greenhouse is a money-burning thing, used by those officials and nobles in the capital to indulge themselves with silver. I heard that the appearance of this greenhouse is similar to an ordinary house, except that the roof and the south-facing wall are all made of glass.

  Although, after all these years of development, glass is no longer a rare thing, and ordinary families can also have one or two glass-made bottles and jars. However, being able to use large pieces of glass as windows is not something that ordinary people can afford. Not to mention, this greenhouse itself was originally a luxury item for the wealthy to indulge in, and its nature is fundamentally different from that of an ordinary room in a house.

  You think, generally, people who are quite well-off can't even afford to use glass for doors and windows when building a house, but this seemingly frugal young lady in front of me is using glass to build a greenhouse just to grow tomatoes and flowers. This can't be an ordinary household!

  The young man's eyes, which had shown a hint of disdain, were now gone without a trace. He respectfully took the fruit and said enthusiastically: "Ah, ah, madam, don't worry, I'll wash it for you right away, just wait a moment!"

  As he spoke, the young man carefully carried two bright red tomatoes back to the kitchen, still muttering to himself in his mind. This really proved what Chef Li from the back kitchen had said, "A bun has meat not on its folds." Who would have thought that this woman with a rustic hairstyle, wearing outdated clothes and without any gold or silver jewelry on her head, was actually the young mistress of a wealthy family?

  Behind the screen, Qian Zhixin was being worn out by his own wife and didn't know how to respond, scratching his ears and cheeks in distress, his eyes darting around trying to find something to shift his wife's attention.

  Alas, if only I had known his wife was pregnant, he wouldn't have brought her back to their hometown to host the spring plowing ceremony even if you killed him. Now it's too late, the doctor says Mei Niang's fetal position is unstable and she can't overexert herself for the first three months, let alone travel by boat, she needs to rest well. They've been married for three years before having their first child, not to mention the fetal position being abnormal, even if the baby is safe, they wouldn't dare joke about their hard-won offspring. Let alone resting for three months, even staying in this remote small town until the baby is born, they would be happy to do so.

  It's just that plans and determination are not a problem, the only thing that was not thought of is how pregnant women can become strange. Suddenly, the gentle and kind wife often thinks about one thing after another, either wanting to eat sour fruit today or thinking about eating rabbit meat tomorrow, and her taste buds are also thinking about eating sweet things one minute and sour things the next, making him feel like he's aged several years before the child is even born.

  It's even better now, compared to those things he could get before, this lady wants to eat tomatoes now. Good heavens, this is not their Qingzhou Prefecture, nor do they have a well-equipped greenhouse, where can he get the tomatoes?!

  This, isn't this going to be the death of him? Looking at his wife's coquettish and spoiled appearance, Qian Zhixin felt both heartache and difficulty. Even though it was a chilly spring day in March, he could see beads of sweat on his forehead. In his heart, he was even more furious - whoever could get him two tomatoes would be rewarded with as much silver as they wanted.

  Just as he was gritting his teeth, his wandering eyes inadvertently swept across a small running partner's body, or more precisely, the two bright red fruits on the white ceramic tray in the little partner's hand.

  Tomatoes? Qian Zhi Xing's eyes sparkled, and he gently patted his daughter's back, softly comforting her: "Mei'er, don't worry, I'll go find tomatoes for you right away!"

  "Huh?" Mei Niang was taken aback, but in fact she knew herself that she was being a bit unreasonable today. Not to mention in this remote small county town, even in their Qingzhou Prefecture, there were not many families who could produce tomatoes in March. After all, families that could afford greenhouses were already very few, and those that used them for growing vegetables were even fewer.

  She insisted on eating tomatoes despite the difficulty, just to let her husband know about the hardship of pregnancy. Now, her husband actually said to go find something, is this not her being too harsh and confusing him?! Thinking of this, Mei Niang lightly bit her lip, with a hint of reluctance saying: "Alright, husband, if it's really that difficult, then forget it!"

  "Hehe, don't worry, it's not difficult!" Qian Zhixin noticed with the corner of his eye that the young man had entered the next room with a tray. He quickly got up and pinched his wife Mei's small nose, saying: "Mei has suffered so much for our child, what's a little hardship for me? You wait here obediently, I'll be right back!"

  "Ah!"

  Mei Niang saw that her husband was thinking of her, and a warm current suddenly surged into her heart. She decided then and there: from now on, she would no longer make things difficult for him; even if she did, she would reduce the difficulty level a bit, not wanting to drive such a good husband to despair.

  "Hey buddy, do you have fresh tomatoes here?"

  Qian Zhixin stood in front of Wang Qifang's private room, waiting for the waiter with bated breath.

  "Oh, it's Young Master Qian II! Long time no see! How have you been?" The young shopkeeper looked at the newcomer and saw that he was none other than the second son of the wealthy Qian family from Qing Shui Town. He hastily greeted him with a smile. After hearing his question, he lowered his voice and pointed to the private room behind him, "No, we don't have such fresh and ripe tomatoes here. The guests brought them themselves, I just washed them for them!"

  "Oh, guest? What guest, could it be our local fellow villagers?"

  Qian Zhi Xing's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he listened to these words. Although the two brothers had left their hometown to develop in the provincial capital, there were still many servants left in the ancestral home. Whenever something happened in the town, they would know about it to some extent. Moreover, Qing Shui Town was such a small place, and there were only a few respectable families from the beginning. When did a "noble guest" who could afford to build a warm house appear?!

  P.S: Hehe, making up for yesterday's, there's still one more update tonight, everyone please support me!