The big buns were two halves and two, and Meng Tao ate three in one go, his stomach was very supportive, but he still wanted to eat it.

At the same time, five buns had already entered Sun Shouwang's stomach, his mouth was full, and he still grabbed this one in his hand, Sun Shouwang's eating appearance, Meng Tao had seen it in a Chinese New Year movie, when Party A and Party B's Uncle Ge were taken back to the city.

Sun Shouwang didn't look thin, but he ate a lot, and he finally stopped after eating six in one go.

"It's so enjoyable!" Sun Shouwang rubbed his stomach and said with a satisfied expression.

Looking up and seeing Meng Tao on the other side looking at him with his mouth slightly open, Sun Shouwang touched his head embarrassedly, and said with a smile: "Brother, it's so delicious, I can't help it!"

Meng Tao waved his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Sun, I also ate four, usually I have a maximum of two amounts, I have eaten this leek, but I feel that the taste is far worse than today, which means that my sister-in-law has good cooking skills!"

"Brother, you are too modest," Sun Shouwang waved his hand and said, "It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, there are no good ingredients, she is the god of food and has no tricks, she has eaten leeks for so many years, and today I know that all I used to eat was grass, this is the real leek!"

"By the way, Brother Sun," Meng Tao said, "Can you trouble my sister-in-law to pack some for me, and I'll take it to school for my classmates to taste." ”

Meng Tao brought seven or eight catties of leeks to Sun Shouwang this time, and it should be no problem to eat a few meals if he made steamed buns.

"Okay, when will you come and say hello in advance, let your sister-in-law prepare. Sun Shouwang readily agreed.

"Tomorrow at noon. Wanting to surprise the three roommates, Meng Tao set the time at noon.

"No problem, you can just come over and get it at noon. ”

"Okay. Meng Tao picked up the cup and touched it with Sun Shouwang, then drank it all in one gulp, got up and said goodbye to Sun Shouwang and his wife.

Both of them drank, and Meng Tao declined Sun Shouwang's proposal to drive him, and went out to take a taxi and went straight to the compound.

In the vegetable patch on the north side of the yard, new leeks have grown again, and several other vegetables have all ripened.

When Meng Tao set his eyes on the more than ten square meters of celery, he suddenly remembered something, and his expression instantly became excited, after applying golden fertilizer, since the aphrodisiac function of leeks is so significant, the blood pressure lowering function of celery, the qi replenishing function of radish, and the cholesterol-lowering effect of carrots ...... Meng Tao immediately thought that if he used gold fertilizer to grow Chinese medicinal materials, it would be like that......

Meng Tao couldn't take it back as soon as he opened his mind, the more he thought about it, the farther he thought, and at this time, in his eyes, it seemed that he saw a golden door of wealth slowly opening towards him.

According to Meng Tao's idea, if Jin Fei can really amplify the utility of the medicinal materials themselves, then the profit will definitely be an extremely terrifying number, hundreds or even thousands of times higher than the profit from selling scrap products, because medicinal materials are a kind of resource, and if they are large enough, a resource monopoly will be formed.

According to this line of thought, Meng Tao's mind was spinning rapidly, and after a few minutes, he made a decision, if he really wanted Jin Fei to really achieve the effect he guessed, then the focus of future development would be the cultivation of medicinal herbs.

Meng Tao's decision stemmed partly from the massive profits of Chinese herbal medicines, and partly from Meng Tao's TCM complex, whose dream, or perhaps his grandfather's, was to revitalize traditional medicine. Now that he has the opportunity, Meng Tao decided to give it a try, he can not only make a fortune, but also realize his dreams, why not.

The next morning, Meng Tao called Gao Meng and asked them not to eat, and invited them to a big meal at noon, there was no big class in the morning, Gao Meng and the three of them were in the dormitory, and when they heard Meng Tao say this, a cheer rang out on the phone.

Approaching twelve o'clock, Meng Tao went to Sun Shouwang's house to pick up the buns, took a taxi and went to school.

After entering the school, Meng Tao found a place where there was no one, took out the prepared large plastic bag, poured out five catties of leeks from the storage box and put them into the plastic bag, and then walked straight to the dormitory with the buns and leeks.

As soon as he opened the dormitory door, Meng Tao was surrounded by three roommates who were screaming with hunger.

"Let's go, the third brother, I'm hungry!"

"Third brother, in order to wait for your lunch lunch, I didn't eat breakfast. ”

"The third child, for this meal, my buddy pushed two dates, both of them are stunning, go quickly, my chest is close to my back!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry, don't worry. Meng Tao pushed the three people around him away, carried the plastic bag in his hand and said with a smile: "I know that you are looking forward to wearing it, I will bring you back the feast, buddy." ”

"Damn, buns, can you not make trouble?" Seeing that Meng Tao was carrying a big plastic bag full of big buns, the faces of the three of them were all crying.

"Third child, there is no such trick as you, this is the big meal you are talking about?" Chu Shuai's face was as green as a leek.

"Forget it, I'll eat my chips anyway. The little fat man with a bitter face turned around and climbed on his own bunk.

Although the boss Gao Meng didn't speak, it seemed that he wanted to beat Meng Tao very much.

"I'll say okay first, I'll put the buns that are hard to buy here, I'll go and send leeks to Su Lao now, you can think about whether to eat or not. "Let's say, Meng Tao put the bun on the table, and went out with the leek.

Gao Meng and Chu Shuai looked at each other, and the whole room was only covered with the sound of little fat men crunching and chewing potato chips.

To eat, or not to eat? The two of you look at me and I look at you, fantasizing about a big meal in the morning, and the result is a few buns, the gap is too big, the little fat man should not be able to eat, it can be seen from the fact that he stuffed a lot of potato chips into his mouth.

If you don't eat it, I'm really hungry, and at this point, even if there is food in the canteen, it's still some cold soup leftovers.

"Eat, the third child has been brought back, and I haven't eaten buns for a long time. The weak-willed Chu Shuai was the first to surrender, walked to the table and reached out to open the plastic bag containing the buns.

As soon as the bag was opened, a strong fragrance suddenly wafted out.

As soon as the fragrance entered his nose, Chu Shuai couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, regardless of whether his hands were dirty or not, he grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, because he was in too much of a hurry, Chu Shuai was choked, and he hurriedly looked for water everywhere with a red face......

At this time, the scent of buns was already in the room.

"Damn, why is it so fragrant?" Gao Meng took two deep breaths through his nose, and then sat up from the bed at once. And the little fat man also stopped stuffing potato chips into his mouth, and turned his head to Chu Shuai, who was pouring water into his mouth in front of the table.

Chu Shuai just swallowed the bun stuck in his throat hard, turned his head and saw the two brothers on the upper bunk staring at him with a puzzled face, his heart was excited, and he pretended to be calm and said: "The bun is cold and salty, it's too unpalatable!" Saying that, Chu Shuai couldn't help but stuff another one into his mouth.

"It's so unpalatable, and you still eat so violently?"

"Holy, shut up!"

With two shouts, Gao Meng and the little fat man turned over and climbed off the bed, and in front of the scent of buns, Chu Shuai's words became less credible.