Chapter 37

Wan Ping'an repeated.

The tomatoes he grew, calling them tribute was no exaggeration; their nutrition, appearance, and taste were far superior to ordinary tomatoes.

"Hahaha, Xu Damao, are you stupid?"

"Five mao for one tomato? Wan Ping'an is just scamming you. Pork is only six mao five per jin."

"The money for one tomato is almost enough to buy a jin of pork."

Shazhu laughed heartily.

"Only a fool would buy a tomato for five mao. Anyway, I'm definitely not buying one."

Jia Zhangshi also jumped out.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

No matter how good a tomato is, it's still a vegetable. How could it compare to meat?

Five mao each was definitely a sky-high price.

If you bought Chinese cabbage, you could buy a whole cartload.

"What are you arguing about?"

"Isn't it just five mao each?"

"Ping'an, buy me one!"

Xu Damao gritted his teeth.

He had already said he would buy one, so even if he was being scammed, he had to buy one!

"Trust me, you won't regret it."

Wan Ping'an accepted the money.

He turned and went into the house, quickly bringing out a tomato.

Its size was about the same as an ordinary tomato.

The difference between the tomatoes Wan Ping'an cultivated and ordinary ones wasn't in quantity, but in quality.

Xu Damao held the tomato, feeling slightly regretful.

A tomato for five mao was too expensive!

"Eh, this tomato looks so good, smells so good. Five mao each—maybe it's worth more than the price!"

Once he had it in his hand.

Xu Damao discovered it was very different from an ordinary tomato.

He took a bite on the spot.

His eyes lit up immediately.

"Delicious!"

"Too delicious!"

"Ping'an, you're selling these tomatoes for five mao each—you didn't sell them too high, you sold them too low. If you sold them for one yuan each, I bet people would still buy them."

Xu Damao gave a thumbs up.

He didn't think it was expensive anymore; instead, he felt it was very worth it.

Not only was the texture good and the taste good, but after eating it, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt his whole body was comfortable.

"Who are you trying to fool?"

Shazhu curled his lip.

"You say I'm trying to fool you?"

"I can't be bothered to fool you. If you don't believe me, buy one."

Xu Damao curled his lip and finished the tomato in a few bites, even licking the juice off his hands, unwilling to waste even a little bit.

"Haven't you ever been out? Have you never eaten a tomato?"

Shazhu mocked.

"Alright, stop talking!"

"Wan Ping'an isn't united, so we won't force him!"

When Yi Zhonghai left, he still put a label on Wan Ping'an, saying he wasn't united.

A cold light flashed in Wan Ping'an's eyes.

Yi Zhonghai, we'll see!

With Yi Zhonghai gone and no hope of getting tomatoes, the crowd dispersed.

Ping'an set about making dinner.

Tomato and egg stir-fry.

Heat the pan and add oil!

The fragrance of the tomatoes, mixed with the aroma of the eggs, permeated the entire Sihe Academy.

Front courtyard.

He Daqing had just returned home.

"It's the scent of tomato and egg stir-fry."

"It must be Wan Ping'an. Only his superb culinary skills could stir-fry such a fragrance."

"No, it's not just the culinary skills; the ingredients are also top-tier. This is the first time I've smelled such high-quality tomato fragrance!"

He Daqing was very moved.

He was even a little greedy.

"Find a chance to ask Wan Ping'an where he bought the tomatoes."

He Daqing also wanted Wan Ping'an's tomatoes.

He didn't know that before he returned, Yi Zhonghai had taken Shazhu and others to "rob" Wan Ping'an of his tomatoes, but they hadn't succeeded.

Back courtyard.

Wan Ping'an's house.

After he finished the tomato and egg stir-fry, he cooked a bowl of noodles, making a bowl of hot tomato noodle soup.

An even richer tomato aroma once again enveloped the Sihe Academy.

"Wan Ping'an, he's doing this on purpose. He's taking revenge!"

Deaf Old Lady, as the primary victim, almost bit her teeth to pieces.

Wan Ping'an released "poison" at mealtimes every day.

How was she supposed to eat in the future?

Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and others were also gritting their teeth in hatred, but they had no way to deal with it. They couldn't really go rob him of his tomatoes, could they?

Middle courtyard.

Jia family.

From the moment Wan Ping'an started cooking, Jia Zhangshi had been cursing; she hadn't had a moment of rest.

"Haha, I have a good idea."

"The tomatoes were grown by Wan Ping'an. Dongxu, you've been to Wan Ping'an's six mu of land before. Since he won't give us any, we'll just go get them ourselves."

The "good idea" Jia Zhangshi thought of was "getting" them. She thought "stealing" sounded bad, so she called it "getting"!