Ah?! Xiao Ding opened his mouth wide again. His mood seemed like a roller coaster, and his ups and downs were so powerful that he couldn't stand it anymore. "Master"

Wang Dashan ignored him, but tasted Guo Xiaohai's vegetables again, and finally collected the chopsticks.

"If you are interested, try it if you are interested." Wang Dashan said to everyone around him. The clerk quickly brought some disposable chopsticks and distributed them to everyone.

Guo Xiaohai looked at everyone, and his heart was filled with expectations, wanting to see everyone's reaction.

"Yeah, it's delicious!" A fat man wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth and exclaimed the first one.

"What a great umami flavor, the freshness of nature," a girl continued.

"Yes, yes, this is the taste of my childhood," said an old man with a gray hair and a suit and ties. When he looked like an overseas Chinese, his eyes were red with excitement. "It's been half a century, but I didn't expect that I could still eat the taste of my hometown when I was a child."

"Master" Xiao Ding held the chopsticks and cried, "I'm so delicious, why do you have to study hard for another three years?"

Wang Dashan pointed to the dishes from Hans Farm, which no one cares about, "It's not about cooking, it's the taste of top ingredients."

Little Hans was spinning with blue eyes. Looking back and forth at Guo Xiaohai and the others, I wonder what they were thinking.

Wang Dashan looked at Guo Xiaohai and suddenly slapped his head: "I remembered it, I remembered it, you are the Guo Xiaohai from Xiaoxuanzhuang! The wild fish and shrimp in our hotel are all the goods you sent!"

Guo Xiaohai laughed, "What do you think of Chef Wang? This vegetable didn't disappoint you, right?"

"Unexpected, unexpected!" Wang Dashan rubbed his hands excitedly, and now he felt more relieved. Although the family Changhai Group is not well-known, it is a long-term partner and is absolutely trustworthy in terms of quality.

The middle part next to him was dissatisfied and rushed over. When he saw that the plate had long been gone, only a small piece of vegetable was left there, and I guess I was embarrassed to eat it.

I don’t care about it, but I want to see what kind of vegetables a small farmer can grow. I don’t need chopsticks to cut it off and just squeeze it into my mouth.

"Oh!" He screamed as if rubbing his feet, and Zhongbian actually grabbed the plate and poured the remaining juice into his mouth.

"Cao, what are you doing?" the little Hans next to him shouted in stiff Chinese. This was too shameful for Hans Farm.

Zhongbian woke up suddenly and returned to Little Hans embarrassedly.

In the first round, Xiao Hans looked at Guo Xiaohai with anger in his eyes. How can a small farmer compare to our international farm? Aren’t you just the same vegetable? Is there a variety of us?!

"Jack! Jack!" Little Hans shouted loudly to the outside, and another bird song.

A yellow-haired monkey jumped out from the delivery truck with Hans Farm's big words and brought a basket of tomatoes over.

This guy has a bulging muscles and a tall figure. He is wearing jeans, a vest, and a baseball cap. His face is full of rude smiles, and his body is lush. The golden retriever on his arms is like a yellow-haired monkey.

The Jack seemed to be chewing tobacco in his mouth, and said something in his mouth, and laughed rudely again, sweeping around the chests of several cheongsam women.

What tomatoes are these, they are small, as big as duck eggs and are all green, and they look astringent. Little Hans picked up one and slutted for a long time.

Zhongfentou said: "Everyone, our Hans Farm produces 108 kinds of agricultural products, with rich output and complete varieties, all of which are the purest and organic agricultural products."

As he said that, he glanced at Guo Xiaohai, then said to Wang Dashan: "Chef Wang, everyone, do you want to taste the qíng     rén No. 1 tomato from our farm?"

"Just try it, why do you want to say so much?" Xiao Ding Zheng felt aggrieved and said dissatisfiedly, and took the tomatoes over.

Jack next to him suddenly shouted, walked over, muttering something in his throat, stretched out his hand, and took out a sharp knife from behind.

Everyone was startled, but saw that Jack had already taken the tomato and cut it into several pieces with a few cuts.

Zhongbian looked at it and hurriedly said, "By the way, each person has a petal, you don't know, the tomatoes of our Hans Farm are not something that anyone can eat."

Wang Dashan and others couldn't help but look down, and they looked at Zhongbian with anger, which scared the fake foreigner to shut up quickly.

Well, although it is terrible, the tomatoes are really delicious. They taste much better than the vegetables just now. Of course, the dishes are different, but the taste is indeed good.

"Haha, Chef Wang, today I'll let you see what you pay for when you pay for it." Zhongbian said with a smile, and glanced at Guo Xiaohai next to him, quite mocking.

Guo Xiaohai didn't say anything, but took out his hand from his pocket.

"Chef Wang, our farm's tomatoes, cucumbers and bitter gourds will be launched soon. Unfortunately, I just brought two of them today. I wanted to eat them on the way to quench my thirst. Why don't you try them too?"

Guo Xiaohai stretched out his hand. In the palm of his hand, two bright red tomatoes were reddish in the blue and moist and shiny. They were much more attractive than those qíng    rén No. 1, and they looked very appetizing.

Little Hans' face pulled down again. Only the Jack, leaning down there, looking roughly at the young and beautiful women around him.

Wang Dashan didn't say anything, reached out to take one, paused for a moment, but turned around and cut a small piece with a knife and put it in his mouth.

"Yeah!" Wang Dashan ate, pointed at Xiao Ding and signaled to try it quickly.

The white-headed overseas Chinese was the first to grab half of it.

"Mom" took a bite, and the tears flowed, and he actually sang: "The clouds of my hometown floated by the sky, it kept calling me back, come back, come back, wandering around the world."

How is this possible? When the little Hans saw this scene, they were almost kneeling down. Are these Chinese people acting?

They didn't know that the tomatoes in Guo Xiaohai's greenhouse had just been fruit-bearing. These two tomatoes were the grade-level spiritual tomatoes he made in the experimental field of the medicinal material base. The taste was simple.

The Jack rudely pushed a few people away, spit out tobacco in one mouthful, and the yellow-haired big hand was about to catch the remaining tomato.

"Slow down!" Xiao Ding snatched it, cut it into several pieces with two knifes, "We in China's top tomatoes are not something that anyone can eat!"

"Okay!" Someone around clapped.
Chapter completed!