Another World’s Fruit Tycoon

"Xiaoyang, what are you looking for?"

"Grandma, I'm looking for papaya milk." The fleeting papaya milk made Rong Xiaoyang find a new goal. It turns out that there is really a better drink than strawberry milk.

The complex aroma of papaya makes Rong Xiaoyang feel endless aftertaste. In addition, he has already drunk a box of strawberry milk, but he has only drank a bottle of papaya milk himself. If possible, he wants to drink papaya flavor for this week's milk. As soon as he arrived at the supermarket, Rong Xiaoyang began to wander around the area selling milk.

"Papaya milk? There seems to be no papaya milk in the supermarket." The two went to the place where strawberry milk was sold last time and still did not find the papaya milk.

"Xiaoyang, let's buy a box of strawberry milk."

Originally, the two of them were going to bring a box of strawberry milk and then went back. Unexpectedly, at this time, the salesperson suddenly asked, "You are looking for Niushan papaya milk? You can go to the freezer and have a look."

Sure enough, I saw a salesperson wearing yellow clothes in front of the cold storage counter: "Hello, do I need to try our new papaya milk from Niushan Dairy?"

Then he handed them two cups of samples.

"Xiaoyang, isn't this the papaya milk you were looking for?" Although she had never drunk grandson's strawberry milk, after drinking this papaya milk, Liang Xiuxia somewhat understood why this drink could capture the taste buds of children.

The slightly sweet taste and the fragrance of ripe papaya, but after the aftertaste, there is no residue similar to the flavor in the mouth. Instead, it has a mellow milk flavor. This quality milk, let alone children, can't stand the temptation even for adults.

"No, this is not the papaya milk I was looking for."

Regarding the sudden change in her grandson's attitude, grandma Liang Xiuxia was a little puzzled, or did she say that the child is tired of even the strawberry milk and this kind of concocted milk? This is not a good phenomenon.

"Why not? This is the same brand as the strawberry milk you drank before. You see, it's all from Niushan Dairy." For Liang Xiuxia, her most important task now is to coax her children to buy this milk and drink it.

"If I say no, it's not!" Rong Xiaoyang walked away in a huff.

In fact, when Rong Xiaoyang just tried it, he immediately recognized that this delicious papaya milk was the taste he had tasted before, no! Even more intense than the kind of milk I have tasted.

But when Rong Xiaoyang saw the price of papaya milk on the counter, he chose to lie to refuse grandma's kindness.

The price of a bottle of papaya milk is 25 yuan a bottle. As a primary school student, Rong Xiaoyang has been able to clearly know the price of things. This bottle of papaya milk is equal to the value of his own tutorial book, which is too expensive.

That night, Rong Xiaoyang's mother Li Yuxin returned home and found that her son unexpectedly did not sit on the sofa to watch TV.

"Mom, where is Xiaoyang?"

"Be angry in the house!"

"Angry? What's your anger? Is this kid losing his temper again?"

"No, I'm not good this time." Liang Xiuxia looked at her daughter-in-law with a hesitant expression.

"Mom, don't favor Xiaoyang. If you are wrong, you are wrong. Tell me what happened to this child."

"I drank the strawberry milk that Xiaoyang liked to drink before, so I took him to the supermarket to buy milk. Later, Xiaoyang said to look for the new papaya milk from Niushan Dairy, but when he found it, he said it was not good. I thought the child would not drink milk, so I took the initiative to buy him a box of papaya milk."

"What does buying milk have to do with Xiaoyang's tantrum?"

"This papaya milk costs 25 yuan a bottle, and it costs 300 yuan per carton."

"Mom, how did you buy this expensive milk for your child, you paid in front of Xiaoyang?"

"The child asked about the price of milk before." Liang Xiuxia said aggrievedly.

In fact, this matter is simple to say. In general, the price system of Rong Xiaoyang's family collapsed. In the past, in order to deceive children to study hard and develop the good habit of diligence and thrift, Li Yuxin has always instilled in her children the idea that the family is not rich, so children should study hard and not waste the hard-earned money of parents.

For innocent children, Rong Xiaoyang has always felt a sense of guilt in his heart because the family has to pay high tuition and tutoring fees in difficult circumstances.

Therefore, he has never asked his family to ask for pocket money. Every time he sees his classmates going to the canteen Rong Xiaoyang between classes, he is always envious.

And he owns a piggy bank, in which there is about fifty yuan of pocket money, which Rong Xiaoyang earned by “working” at home during the summer vacation this year. Although not much, Rong Xiaoyang cherishes it. Every dollar in it.

Even he has made arrangements for the money, and he is going to change the money into a "big bill" of 10 yuan in the New Year, and then wrap it in a red envelope to the elders in the family.

But when Rong Xiaoyang knew that the money he had earned so hard was not equal to his money for drinking milk for a day, Rong Xiaoyang's value system collapsed.

To this day, his grandmother still kept coming up in his mind: "Xiaoyang, you can buy this papaya milk if you like it. Compared with your body, these little money is nothing...a little money...not much..."

The more Rong Xiaoyang thought about it, the more wronged he was, and the tears that kept flowing out directly stained his workbook.

"Xiaoyang, why are you crying?" Li Yuxin's voice suddenly came from behind ~www.NovelMTL.com~Mom, why do you keep lying to me! "

After some candor between mother and son, Rong Xiaoyang finally accepted the fact that his family was not so poor when he finished eating.

"Grandma, I'm sorry for what happened today, but you can't lie to me anymore."

"Xiaoyang, grandma had problems before, so Xiaoyang forgive me."

Afterwards, Rong Xiaoyang looked at his mother and said with pity: "Mom, since our family is not so poor, can I buy the birthday gift I had previously fancyed in advance?"

In fact, Rong Xiaoyang did not fancy anything expensive, just an ordinary car in the supermarket, but he never bought it for him due to "family reasons".

"Of course you can, just treat it as your mother's compensation for lying to you!"

"Yeah, long live mom!"

"Wife, since you have already talked to Xiaoyang, can our family live without nesting in this old and shabby little one? Our house in Jinlan Mingju has been empty for several years, so it should be Go back and live!"

"Mom, there is another big house in our house?!" The next second Rong Xiaoyang ran back into the room from the collapse.

Seeing the sharp sharp eyes of his wife and mother, Rong Weifeng realized that he seemed to have said something wrong.