Chapter 12. What is a son? Is there such a person?
"Dad, have the peppercorns sprouted?" Luo Yihang picked up a peppercorn sprout and took a look.

There is a tender branch about two or three centimeters long with three small leaves on it. The leaves are not green, but tender and yellow.

"Not really. The leaves had just sprouted yesterday and were still curled up. Today when I was picking the vegetables, they had grown out. There are very few, just this little bit."

As Luo Cheng was talking, Luo Yihang was already shouting, "Mom, let's fry the pepper sprouts for lunch."

"Okay, I'll make it for you right away." Zhang Guiqin's voice came from the kitchen, and then she came out with a basin in her hand.

He came over and stuffed the basin into Luo Cheng's hand, "Go, wash Yaya. You don't work all day, and you only have one tomato and two cucumbers, how can you feed them?"

Luo Cheng held the basin, looked at his wife, then at his son, "Well, these are the only ones that are ripe. I had my eyes on these yesterday and almost didn't pick them. Today I saw that they are already ripe, so I picked them and brought them back to taste them."

Zhang Guiqin nodded. "Yes, how come it's ripe so early? Normally it would take a week."

"Maybe it's a warm winter. Last winter wasn't cold." Luo Cheng wasn't sure either, and said hesitantly, "It's only a few days away anyway."

"You almost led me astray, go to work!" Zhang Guiqin couldn't guess the reason and simply stopped thinking about it.

"..." Why is there such a big difference in treatment? Luo Cheng was speechless, but he was used to it.

Then he quietly took the basin, filled it with pepper sprouts and went outside to wash the vegetables.

Luo Cheng rinsed a handful of pepper sprouts with clean water, controlled the water and brought it in, and Zhang Guiqin also prepared the batter.

The batter for fried pepper sprouts is made by mixing flour and starch, beating an egg, making it into a thin paste with cold water, and finally adding a little salt.

Heat oil in a pan. When the oil is hot, dip the Sichuan pepper sprouts in the batter and fry them one by one in the pan until browned.

Even though there are only about twenty of them, they are covered with batter and fill up a whole plate after frying.

Zhang Guiqin moved quickly, fried the pepper sprouts quickly, pinched a piece and chewed it quickly, "Why are they so delicious?"

Pinch another piece, "This spring head must have some spring flavor."

Then he pinched another piece...this time he didn't feel comfortable eating it himself, so he stuffed it into the mouth of Luo Yihang who was helping to pound the cucumber.

Luo Yihang opened his mouth and took a bite, making a crunching sound.

It is crispy, salty and fragrant, with a hint of pepper's numbing flavor and aroma, and it has its own seasoning.

The texture is great and the taste is even better. Once you have tasted it, you will never forget it. You can’t stop eating it with your hands or your mouth.

Look, the crunching sound next to him never stopped. While Luo Yihang was mixing the cucumbers, he had already finished half of the big plate...

"Well, Mom, leave some for my dad." Luo Yihang couldn't bear it anymore.

Zhang Guiqin blushed when she heard this, "Well, I just want to taste it."

As he said this, his hand paused in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, and then put the piece of pepper sprout in his hand back into the plate. His action seemed as if he had made a great decision.

Luo Yihang pretended not to see it, stuffed the mixed cucumber into Zhang Guiqin's hand and said, "Mom, come and help me taste it."

He picked up the plate of fried pepper sprouts and carried it out of the kitchen.

As soon as I went out, I saw Luo Cheng fidgeting on the sofa, peeking towards the kitchen.

"What smells so good?" Luo Cheng asked hurriedly when he saw Luo Yihang coming out.

Then she saw the plate in his hand, stood up, and quickly "grabbed" the plate.

Before I even got back to the sofa, two pieces of fried pepper sprouts were already in my mouth.

Luo Yihang shook his head and turned back to the kitchen, only to see Zhang Guiqin holding a plate in one hand and chopsticks in the other, swishing her hands and mouth non-stop, and more than half of the cucumbers were gone...

"Alas." Luo Yihang was completely speechless. He thought, aren't they just vegetables nourished by spiritual energy? Is it necessary to be so greedy for them?

Anyway, he had forgotten who it was that ate like a hungry wolf every time it was time to eat...

There was no choice, Luo Yihang held Zhang Guiqin's shoulders and pushed her out of the kitchen with the plates in her hands.

"Moms, take a break first. I'll make lunch." What else is there to do? It's just a tomato.

Finally, Luo Yihang took a piece of meat from the refrigerator, as well as the garlic sprouts and lotus root he had bought earlier.

Stir-fry some twice-cooked pork, stir-fry some pork and lotus root slices, then have some tomato and egg drop soup, peel some water chestnuts as a after-meal fruit, and finally finish with a pot of rice.

When the food was served, there was only a little soup and residue left from the fried pepper sprouts and smashed cucumber.

During lunch, Luo Cheng and Zhang Guiqin didn't touch any of the meat dishes. They just ate rice soaked in egg soup with water chestnuts.

How do you eat this?
The cooked dishes cannot be wasted. Luo Yihang ate two large bowls of meat with tears in his eyes.

Fortunately, he is not picky about food and has seen better ones. These ones that have just been nourished by spiritual energy are not good enough for him.

……

After dinner, the family of three sat in a row on the sofa, holding their stomachs. Luo Cheng and Zhang Guiqin were both a little embarrassed. Usually, they would give the good things to their son first, so why couldn’t they hold back today?
What is a son? Is there such a person?
So, she quickly found a topic to move on from the matter: "Well, how come the vegetables are growing so well this year without any fertilizer?" Zhang Guiqin said.

"Maybe it's because of the warm winter. The climate is good and the vegetables grow fast." Luo Cheng was obviously too full and his brain was a little slow.

Luo Yihang thought to himself, don’t guess, you can’t guess it, I haven’t finished making up the lie yet.

I changed the subject and said, "Dad, Mom, the vegetables are good this year. Don't sell them to the vegetable vendors. Let's sell them ourselves."

Vegetable vendors come to buy vegetables, and they charge 4 to 8 cents per pound. It is a big loss to sell such good quality vegetables to vegetable vendors. (The purchase price at the farm and the retail price in the market are two different things, and the difference is huge.)
Zhang Guiqin asked back, "How can we sell it ourselves? Should we set up a stall in the town's vegetable market?"

Luo Cheng thought it was not possible: "We are too far away from here. We have to pay for gas to go to town, which is almost the same as selling it to the vegetable vendors."

"No need. Our vegetables are so good. It would be a loss if we sell them to vegetable vendors. I'll think of a way." Luo Yihang thought for a moment and then said.

"What kind of channel could there be? The one you mentioned of shooting shaking videos? What's it called... selling products online?" Zhang Guiqin still remembered the lies Luo Yihang had made up and was very curious.

"We don't need that." Luo Yihang quickly dispelled his mother's idea, "It's only more than 100 kilograms of vegetables a day."

"My family is good at growing vegetables. When there is a lot of harvest, we can produce 200 kilograms a day, and sometimes 300 kilograms." Luo Cheng interjected, indicating that his vegetable-growing skills should not be underestimated.

"Okay, let's say 200 kilograms." Luo Yihang did not refute, and continued, "With the quality of our products, we can just find a few big restaurants to supply them and they will consume them. At worst, we can set up a grocery shopping group and get a hundred people to consume this amount of goods."

"Will it work?" Zhang Guiqin expressed doubt.

Luo Cheng thought it was unreliable, "You have the channel of a big hotel?"

Luo Yihang replied: "Just ask Lao Jiang, Sui Wa, Qiang Wa and others, they will always find it."

Luo Cheng stopped talking.

These people are all Luo Yihang's classmates. They returned after graduation and have good jobs. They should have some connections.

Zhang Guiqin wanted to say something else.

He was stopped by Luo Cheng, who told his wife, "Since it has been handed over to Hang Wazi, let him do it. It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad."

Zhang Guiqin didn't say much.

Luo Yihang and his family of three have chatted several times in the past few days.

The old couple originally wanted to give money, but Luo Yihang refused and even made a scene. Since their son wanted to start a business, how could they not support him?

After much persuasion, I handed over all the family's output for the past six months to Luo Yihang and let him deal with it.

In addition, the old couple discussed among themselves that they would keep the money first and use it to cover the loss in case of any loss.

Therefore, how the pepper sprouts are sold, how the vegetables in the fields are sold, as well as the Poria cocos in the back mountain and the ginkgo trees at the foot of the mountain, all have the final say by Luo Yihang.

　Today's chapter 3.

　　See you tomorrow, gentlemen.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)