Delicious!
Everyone who tasted the tomatoes Wang Chen had grown for the first time had the same first impression: delicious.
Exceptionally delicious.
Unlike most people, Xie Yunyao's family background meant that she had eaten countless fine things from childhood to adulthood.
Rice costing several hundred yuan per jin, grapes selling for several thousand yuan a bunch, even beef priced at over ten thousand yuan a pound—such luxurious ingredients, unimaginable to ordinary people, were merely part of this wealthy young lady's daily meals.
Of course, Xie Yunyao had eaten tomatoes before: premium varieties cultivated in the country's most advanced greenhouses, with no pesticides or fertilizers, one hundred percent organic green products.
But compared to the one in her hand now, those tomatoes had been utterly crushed to dregs!
And her keen intuition told Xie Yunyao that eating it would benefit her.
Unable to resist the temptation, the wealthy young lady bit by bit ate the fist-sized tomato clean.
When she was done, she even licked the juice from her lips.
She still wanted more!
When she looked at the fruit basket in her arms again, Wang Chen's figure instantly appeared in her mind.
The girl actually froze.
She let out a helpless groan in her heart, feeling as though she was about to go crazy too.
Wang Chen had no idea that he had put Xie Yunyao under such immense pressure. After sending the wealthy young lady away, he went back to sun himself by the doorway and casually pet the kitten a few more times.
Life felt utterly pleasant.
Yet only a few days had passed before his aunt, Tian Wenxiu, suddenly called him. "Xiao Chen, do you still have any tomatoes you grew?"
Her tone was very urgent.
"Yes."
Wang Chen asked in puzzlement, "Auntie, what's wrong?"
"Ah, don't