Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1129 - 1105. Big Mac

Professor Song really didn’t mean to rain on their parade.

It’s just that in his understanding, the ultimate goal of writing books is usually turning them into TV shows or movies.

But seeing Qin Yun and He Kuang hesitating, he sensed something might be off. Then looking at those two enormous red sweet potatoes standing out, he tried to make amends more tactfully:

"Uh... you just said you’re writing about the 70s and 80s? Eating baked sweet potatoes in rural areas during the 70s and 80s should fit pretty well with the theme now!"

He Kuang let out a dry cough: "I’m writing a story of those eras. The male lead usually rides the wave of reforms to make money... start a career..."

Occasionally there’s a poor male lead, but even with the golden beginning Chapters, they should quickly rise and earn their first bucket of gold. As for baked sweet potatoes, there’s no such meticulousness involved.

The room fell into silence.

Professor Song looked at them, then at Lun Chuan, saw this handsome young man give him a slight smile, and Song Tan also curved his lips...

Alright then!

He said nothing more, just turned the small, evenly-sized sweet potatoes on the edge of the stove: "This way, they cook more evenly and faster."

He thought his hint was obvious, but Qin Yun and He Kuang just kept nodding: "Yes, yes, they cook faster."

While scrambling to turn over all the sweet potatoes on the stove, including their two giant ones.

Professor Song: ...

"Pfft!" Song Tan couldn’t hold back, bursting into laughter.

Qin Yun and He Kuang, not knowing the reason, were just about to ask her, when suddenly their phone buzzed.

Opening it, they found someone had mentioned them in the [Pork Feast Squad] group chat, which they had just joined today.

[@Qing Yun, Author Extraordinaire! So it turns out you’re the author I’ve been following for so long! If you hadn’t posted on Weibo, I wouldn’t have recognized you!]

[@Xiaohe Drives a Train, ah ah ah, so it’s you anyway anyway! Your new book...]

Qin Yun and He Kuang were bewildered staring at the group chat, then suddenly realized—Weibo! They had posted a Weibo video!

In a flurry, they logged on to find their Weibo account, followed by tens of thousands of fans, had comments and private messages flooded with [hahaha].

[Honestly, reading @QingYun @AnywayAnyway’s books for years, this is the first time realizing they’re so daring, not afraid of losing face at all]

[Kudos! As expected from the big author, truly like a protagonist—thick-faced, not afraid of losing face]

[Goose Goose Goose Goose Goose Goose but it’s really so funny hahaha! Ducks being chased by geese hahaha]

[Pfft! Haven’t you all finished reading before commenting? The sponsor this time is clearly the sheep droppings yet to appear!]

[Hahahaha laughing till crowing hahaha how can it be so funny hahaha]

[Is this a family farm? Looks very interesting, where is it?]

[Coincidentally didn’t know where to play during the New Year, quickly quickly! Is it fun, recommend it!]

[Dying of laughter! This time you really can’t blame the goose! Who willy-nilly hits a duck’s behind!]

It’s well-known that gaining followers as a male author isn’t that easy, but ever since those Weibo posts went up, Qin Yun and He Kuang’s followers skyrocketed...

Soon after, Lun Chuan sent over a screenshot.

[Local Entertainment Ranking, No. 10—Two Authors No Match for Two Geese] still climbing

They both gasped, then glared at Lun Chuan, who was smiling at his phone: "Are you even human! We’re losing face and you’re laughing... don’t you believe we’ll take a photo and post it!"

"Go ahead, post it." Lun Chuan replied calmly: "Posting it won’t stop your ranking from rising."

Though he prefers privacy, when it comes to these two, it’s better not to show any weakness. Otherwise, won’t they be at his mercy in the future?

So he continued:

"Besides, you have traction now, it will attract many investors or readers to check out your novel—are you sure posting my photo won’t draw traffic?"

Lun Chuan didn’t think his face was that impressive, but truthfully, it had indeed brought him quite a few conveniences.

"Facing embarrassment is your choice, but surely you still want to earn money."

Qin Yun/He Kuang: ... This damn man! He’s seized them by their lifeline!

Damn, all because they aren’t rich enough!

As they anxiously stared at Weibo, a sweet aroma gradually filled the room, and the sweet potato skins began to exude a slight honeyed glaze.

They flipped the side of the sweet potatoes closest to the stove, revealing some slightly charred marks.

Despite being worked up to a sweat from Weibo, Qin Yun and He Kuang couldn’t help but sniff the air expectantly, and hesitantly turned over their two giant sweet potatoes:

"Are they ready to eat?"

Song Sancheng followed the aroma into the room, first picking off the small sweet potatoes on the edge and placing them in a bowl, saying: "They’re ready to eat! These small sweet potatoes are easy to cook! Just press and they turn soft, surely cooked."

As he said this, his iron hands swiftly emptied a circle of small sweet potatoes, and quickly went back to the living room—wow! The old folks chatting at Director Zhu’s place are really interesting!

Love listening!

Meanwhile, Song Tan also picked a sweet potato for Lun Chuan: "Eat this one, it’s shaped the best!"

Thinking again, placed it back on the plate: "Never mind, wait a bit, don’t burn yourself."

Lun Chuan silently retracted his hand.

Seeing this, Qin Yun and He Kuang clicked their tongues and shook their heads: "Chuan Er, look at you, afraid of burning yourself eating a sweet potato... where’s your masculinity!"

At the same time, they reached out to poke their two giant sweet potatoes—oh, they sank, soft and mushy.

Cooked!

The two rejoiced, the missed pork feast at lunch suddenly served up again in another form.

Enduring the heat, they grabbed the giant sweet potatoes, juggling them between hands as they "hiss and haha" peeled the skins off, while savoring the aroma...

So fragrant!

The sweet potatoes must taste amazing!

Lucky they quickly picked the largest ones!

Lun Chuan watched with a smile throughout, not a bit angry at their words, just full of tolerance.

In Song Tan’s words, it was like watching his own foolish son with a look of indulgence.

The next moment, Qin Yun and He Kuang’s eyes lit up tasting their homemade baked sweet potatoes:

So soft! So sweet! So delicious!

Glancing at Lun Chuan again, well, no matter how good-looking, tall, handsome, or capable of making money he is, now when eating sweet potatoes, isn’t he still just eating the small one Song Tan picked?

The two opened their big mouths and devoured until He Kuang suddenly "hey":

"Why isn’t this sweet potato cooked in the middle!"

Song Tan was dividing the small sweet potatoes on the stove amongst Lun Jing, Du Mei, and Teacher Tang when he nonchalantly said:

"Isn’t it normal for large sweet potatoes not to cook through? At home, we would usually cut them into pieces to steam or make sweet potato porridge."

Lun Chuan was slowly peeling a sweet potato, with the same smiling expression watching them:

"No way? Someone wouldn’t even know that?"

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