Xuan Menglei didn't know what the persimmon Wei Xueyang was talking about at all, because she didn't remember that they had persimmon trees. At last

If it weren't for Wei Xueyang who later said a word about tomatoes mixed with sugar, maybe Xuan Menglei would have thought that the persimmons Wei Xueyang said were what she thought.

Because there was a guest today, Wang Shi went into the kitchen very early. Xiang Yu took Wei Xueyang to pick tomatoes, Xuan Menglei went into the kitchen to help Wang Shi, Chu Ji has been doing this fire work since he learned to make a fire.

"Oops! Your vegetable garden is so good, I not only picked persimmons, but also got some peppers and eggplants, and I always said that you have potatoes here, and then I will get three fresh ones. Wei Xueyang came back with her results, talking to everyone and helping to do something.

"Sister Yang, your tomato is not ripe." Xuan Menglei looked at the tomatoes that Wei Xueyang picked back were still green, and couldn't help but remind.

"At a glance, you know that you are a southern child, this persimmon is called a ball persimmon in our north, and it is also called a thief who does not steal, so it looks like this." Wei Xueyang took a green tomato and explained this tomato to Xuan Menglei.

"Do you know why thieves don't steal? Just because it's green when it's ripe, the thief doesn't know it, thinking that if it's not ripe, he won't steal it, hahahahaha It's very vivid. ”

Although Xuan Menglei doesn't know what "thieves don't steal", this tomato looks like it's not ripe.

"What? Don't believe it! You'll know when you taste it. Wei Xueyang saw Xuan Menglei's suspicious expression, and didn't explain much.

"I'm allergic to tomatoes, and every time I eat it, my stomach hurts, so I don't dare to eat it." Xuan Menglei could only make up nonsense in order not to refute Wei Xueyang's face.

Of course, this nonsense is not made up casually, I remember that her mother had this disease when she was a child, so the family never bought tomatoes, so Xuan Menglei has never eaten much, as for whether she will eat it like her mother and have a stomachache, she doesn't know.

"Well, aren't you having a lot less fun, and you can't dip your fries in ketchup?" Although Xiang Yu didn't know whether what Xuan Menglei said was true or not, for the sake of Wei Xueyang's face, he still helped Xuan Menglei cover up.

"Tomato sauce is fine, but tomatoes are fine, I'm also weird, tomato egg soup is okay without tomatoes, I can't figure out why." Xuan Menglei added some explanations to make this matter sound true or false, so that it was easiest for people to believe.

"It's weird, but some people are like that, and I remember meeting people with pork allergies, and eating pork would get very excited, like drinking alcohol." Wang Shi also helped to speak, and in the end, Xuan Menglei's allergy to tomatoes was accepted by everyone.

This meal has been cooked for a long time, and it was originally planned to start at twelve o'clock at noon, because from time to time I thought about what to add, and finally I didn't eat it until two o'clock in the afternoon.

There are five people on a large table of dishes, chatting and eating at the same time, and they didn't finish eating until after six o'clock in the evening, and the director said that they could directly cut it into two meals to broadcast.

After the meal, Xuan Menglei and Chu Xi cleaned up the table and washed the dishes, and Wang Shi, Xiang Yu and Wei Xueyang watched the stars and the moon in the courtyard, and they almost talked about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs.

However, this comfort did not last long, around eight o'clock in the evening, Wei Xueyang said that she was a little dizzy and wanted to rest first, but dizziness was only the beginning......