After Xiuxian came back, I became a vegetable farmer

Chapter 148

Mu Henian was also able to hold back when exposed, "He helped me catch evil cultivators twice, and I really can't do the thing of crossing rivers and demolishing bridges.

Since he needs this job, I will definitely give it to him.

But ah, if trouble comes, what can I do? "

Lin Xian: "What kind of abacus do you use, why is it so loud?"

"The nobleman has a clear eye, and I can't hide anything from you. I don't want to ask the nobleman for any treasures. I just hope that if I am in serious trouble, I would like to ask the nobleman to help me."

"Old Mu, you are too good at calculating. You never thought about it. There is a certain number of good and bad luck in a person's life. At your age, there is no need to worry about bad luck."

Mu Henian was stunned when he heard this.

What does this mean?
No need to worry about bad luck?

Does this mean that he has no bad luck, or that he has a few days to live?

"Okay, hang up if you have nothing else to do." Lin Xian hung up without waiting for the other party's response.

Mu Henian held the phone in a daze and thought all morning.

I want to call again to find out, but I am afraid that the nobleman will find him annoying.

Lin Xian hung up the phone purely because she had arrived home.

Her father was standing at the gate of the courtyard talking to someone, she stood by and listened for a while, and understood.

The man at the door is here to buy their food.

But why her father would stand at the door and chatter with this person is entirely because this person is a new customer, and he is a customer who came over by himself without saying hello beforehand.

This is an elderly man with a young assistant by his side.

The young assistant didn't speak, only the old man asked with a strong attitude: "Do you have any saying that you have to make a reservation before you can sell it?"

Although there are no hard and fast rules, there has always been a tacit understanding between Father Lin and his clients.

"If I've contacted you in advance, I can tell you, isn't there any food in the field?" Dad Lin said, "If there are all the dishes you don't like, it will save you a trip."

The old man said forcefully: "You are so interesting to talk, do I have your phone number? Can I contact you?"

Father Lin wondered, "Didn't you be introduced by your relatives and friends?" Why didn't you ask for a contact information from them?

"What relatives and friends?" The old man disdainfully said, "I just heard people in the same community bragging that your food can lower blood sugar and blood pressure, and it is more effective than medicine. I came here to see and see."

Mama Lin also came out of the house at this moment. Listening to what the old man said, Mama Lin felt that this man was probably looking for trouble.

Dad Lin: "My family only sells ordinary vegetables, and I never said that those vegetables have the effect of lowering blood pressure."

"Hmph! I knew it!" said the old man, "only people who don't have a brain believe what he says."

Mama Lin could see now that the old man was looking for trouble, but maybe not their trouble.

The old man ordered, "No matter what vegetables you have in your field, weigh them for two catties."

"You have to go to the field to see..."

Before Papa Lin finished speaking, the old man raised his hand, "No, any dish is fine, I only need two catties."

Since the Lin family has been selling vegetables, whoever buys them in big bags, this one costs two catties.

"Can you eat spinach?" Papa Lin asked.

As you get older, it's normal if you have any disease that you can't eat spinach.

"Yes! Is there anything you can't eat with spinach."

Father Lin rode on the electric scooter, took the basket and went to the field.

As the host, Mama Lin said politely, "Come in and have a drink of water."

The old man was very shameless, "No, I'm not thirsty."

After finishing speaking just now, the old man covered his mouth and coughed twice.

Mama Lin didn't want to talk to such a stubborn old man, so she just dragged Lin Xian into the house.

Soon Dad Lin came back with a basket of spinach.

Put it in a bag and hand it to him, "I'll charge you 25 yuan."

The old man shook the bag, "Is there two catties here?"

"I forgot to tell you, my family's vegetables are not sold by the catty." Father Lin said, "Sell by the handful, a handful of spinach costs five yuan, and you are almost five handfuls here."

From the look on his face, he could tell that the old man really wanted to discuss this matter with Father Lin, but he was about to speak, and for some reason held back.

Quickly gave the money and asked the assistant to take him back.

When Lin's father entered the house, Lin's mother asked him: "Did you really sell him the vegetables?"

"Just a little spinach." Father Lin showed the cash in his hand, "25, do you need to keep an account?"

"Remember your size." Lin's mother was a little uneasy, "You said, this person is not here to make troubles, is he? Maybe it was called by Lin Fang's family."

Dad Lin: "You can think too much. That person looks like he is not short of money. What kind of background does Lin Fang have to hire such a person?"

"I think that person is just holding back to make trouble."

Mother Lin may be right.

But it's really not them who that person wants to mess with, but the neighbors who show off how wonderful this dish is in the community.

He handed the bought vegetables to the aunt who was in charge of cooking, "fry them for me right away."

Auntie was puzzled, "Mr. Mo, lunch is ready. Let's fry this spinach tonight?"

"What are you talking about, I want you to do it now, I want to eat it."

The aunt turned around and rolled her eyes furtively, thinking that the older this person is, the harder it is to serve him.

Seeing that the spinach was still quite clean, my aunt simply rinsed two handfuls on the tap and started cooking.

Soon a plate of spinach was brought to the old man.

The old man was coughing, and the auntie said concerned, "Why don't you drink some medicine first."

"Use your mouth!" The old man was stubborn and rebellious. The more others persuaded him, he was like a donkey, insisting on twisting in the opposite direction.

When the cough subsided a little, he stretched out his chopsticks and picked up some spinach.

The auntie saw that he had just finished coughing and was about to eat, so she advised him to take it easy and not rush to eat, it would be good to have a couple of sips of water first.

As I said, this one belongs to the donkey.

The more you persuade, the more you want to eat.

Eat even if you suffer.

He knew that at this time, no matter what food he ate, he couldn't taste it.

But he didn't expect that when he put the dish in his mouth, he could actually taste it, and he still thought it was delicious.

The spinach was very tender, and the leaves shattered after he chewed it a few times.

The more you chew, the more obvious the umami taste.

"How much chicken essence do you put?" the old man asked the aunt.

The aunt said to herself, what's the matter with this old man?You have to look for something, right?
I thought so in my heart, but my face was still as stable as ever, "I only put a little refreshment."

"A little?" The old man didn't believe it.

He swallowed the mouthful of food unconsciously as he spoke, and stopped immediately as soon as it passed his throat.

It's not right, it's not about the chicken essence, it's about the dish.

It was the time when he had a relapse of pharyngitis. After coughing now, he felt itchy and painful, and felt very uncomfortable. What he usually eats would make his throat worse.

But this dish, how does it feel, after swallowing it, his throat feels much better?
What a strange thing this is.

(End of this chapter)