The tomatoes Wang Chen had brought quickly became hot commodities in his uncle's household.
After Wang Zhengyang had one, Tian Wenxiu ate one too, and then Wang Xiaomeng got her wish and ate a second one.
They were all half full.
Not only did Tian Wenxiu stop scolding her daughter, she said delightedly, "From now on, I'll just eat one tomato for dinner. It's delicious and helps me lose weight too—killing two birds with one stone!"
She, too, had been conquered by Wang Chen's tomatoes. She felt that she had never tasted tomatoes this delicious in her life.
Wang Zhengyang, however, remained calm. "Xiao Chen, it's fine to grow vegetables for fun, but don't let it interfere with your studies!"
"Don't worry."
Wang Chen smiled. "I'm already studying university courses."
University courses!
Wang Zhengyang and Tian Wenxiu were both left speechless.
Wang Xiaomeng said proudly, "My brother is the top student in the whole city. He'll definitely get into Tsinghua and Peking Universities in the future!"
Wang Zhengyang came back to his senses and said with feeling, "Your uncle and aunt have such a wonderful son as you. This life of theirs..."
Before he could finish, Tian Wenxiu smacked him and chided, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
She then smiled at Wang Chen. "Xiao Chen, do you have a lot more of these tomatoes? Could you give your aunt some more? Your aunt will give you a large red envelope."
Tian Wenxiu was not the sort of person who liked taking petty advantage of others. It was simply that Wang Chen's tomatoes were too delicious; otherwise, she would never have made such a request. Nor did she want Wang Chen to suffer a loss.
But talking about money outright would have been too formal, so she used the pretext