Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1185 - 1159. Is that all you want to say? [Emotional scenes can be skipped]

Chapter 1185: 1159. Is that all you want to say? [Emotional scenes can be skipped]

This time, for the future son-in-law and a couple of strong lads, Song Sancheng spared no expense using a chunk of pork as bait for the fish trap!

Goodness, the entire village was still blanketed in fog early in the morning, yet he couldn’t wait to put on his thick rain boots, hop on the tricycle, and take Song Tan and Qiaoqiao to the pond.

After selling off fish once in the summer, the pond has been in a free-range state for a full six months, allowing the fish fingerlings added to grow wildly. During their growth period, Zhang Wang’s family even had to feed them forage.

"It’s too cold to have them come fishing right now. I don’t even know if the fish inside have grown..."

But Song Tan was full of confidence: "Our pond’s water quality is so good, in half a year the carp can grow to two ounces, perfect for eating."

It’s just a bit of a pity: "Anyone buying these will fetch a low price..."

That statement left Song Sancheng momentarily dazed: "Wait, are our fish sold by piece?"

Song Tan shook her head, saying, "If it grew to a pound, I could tell people it has grown for several years!"

Qiaoqiao was curious: "Who would ask that kind of question? Can’t sell for just half a year of growth?"

Ah, this. Song Tan recalled the wealthy Boss Chang and the nearby eager Old Zhao, falling silent for a moment.

Song Sancheng, however, thought it through: "The grass carp must be around a pound! Plenty of white fish sticks too... and shrimp, oh, you all love shrimp, there’s plenty of small shrimp in our pond!"

He got off the tricycle, full of anticipation: "I did use meat, wonder if anything has gotten into the fish trap..."

The rain boots stepped into the pond water, and the trap line weighed down by the big stone was gently retrieved by him.

With constant tightening, the aquatic trap slowly emerged, and then came the heavy sensation...

"Quick, quick, quick!" Song Sancheng anxiously exclaimed: "Why does it feel so heavy, could it possibly be filled?"

Without a word, Song Tan reached out to assist by pulling backward, goodness, this time it was Song Sancheng who was rendered speechless.

This fish trap wasn’t just heavy; it was completely packed!

He’s never seen such a harvest in his life, instantly bursting with joy, and then loosening his grip: "Tan Tan, Qiaoqiao, hold on tight! I’m filming a video!"

Song Tan, helpless, slowly dragged the fish trap to the shore under his persistent urging, and then decisively refused when Song Sancheng attempted to tip the fish out for the video:

"All these fish and shrimp are tangled up, dumping them here would be hard to clean later, take a few and pack together, you can film better when you get back."

Then she took a careful look herself, and only then said with satisfaction: "Plenty of shrimp, later on, bring more for Lun Chuan."

Song Sancheng nodded; after all, the future son-in-law is not the same as others.

He also reminded: "The shrimp from our pond won’t survive long once out, adding oxygen won’t help. It’s still early now, when we get back, sort out the shrimp first, let Seventh Uncle fry or bake them to take back."

"Alright."

These local transparent little green shrimp are like this, and with so many, using a special barrel to keep them won’t fit in the trunk, sorting them out makes it easier to carry.

Fishes, on the other hand, can still hang on for a bit.

"Hang on for what!"

Seventh Uncle pointed at their full harvest: "First sort the shrimp out, I’ll fry them while fresh. Then pick out those little white fish sticks too, after drying them yourself it’ll be easier later."

"Otherwise, forget about fitting them in the car, as if I don’t know how small the kitchen in the city is? Keeping it clean smelling fishy is difficult."

"Carp and grass carp can be kept, Tan Tan, give them a few containers, it’ll stay fresh for a couple of days—don’t keep them too long, they get thin."

When it comes to food, Seventh Uncle has absolute authority, even directing Qiaoqiao to grab pickled cabbage: "Pack a box for each, stir frying these little white fish sticks with pickled cabbage, nothing pairs better with rice! Pack some chili too!"

Clearly parting, yet everyone couldn’t muster a single trace of farewell sadness, instead busying themselves with lively enthusiasm.

Dragged up by Lun Chuan mercilessly, Qin Yunhe, clumsily helping out, was moved to tears:

"Couldn’t even imagine taking these ingredients back to my wife, she’d praise me like crazy..."

"Yes, yes... During New Year’s, when my father-in-law poured out the tea I’d bought him for the guests... boo! I must be the best son-in-law within ten miles and eight villages!"

"Quit the nonsense," Lun Chuan said, "Quickly give a basket to Qiaoqiao, go pick strawberries."

"We can’t do that job." Qin Yunhe acknowledged knowingly: "That sweet fragrance of strawberries, calling us to pick, we’ll eat more than we pick... Come, you go, you and Song Tan go, we’ll help around here."

"Look at us brothers being thoughtful! Creating a world just for the two of you!"

Lun Chuan:...

Who creates a world for two in a greenhouse!

But, indeed, they can’t be relied upon.

He found a small basket, only to be called by Song Tan: "Take those packaging boxes. Folks taking back aren’t necessarily eating them themselves, probably giving them away, packaging is more presentable and preserves better."

Lun Chuan nodded, then held a stack of boxes entering the greenhouse with Song Tan.

The sweet fragrance of strawberries was overpowering, a new batch ripening, enveloping the closed space in a rich aroma, without some self-control, it’s really hard to resist.

Both holding a box in one hand, choosing strawberries with the other. Evidently, the new crop yield was quite good, the two squatting in front of the rows, truly enjoying the pleasure of harvest.

Song Tan even laughed: "When you come for the New Year, will you have time to make some strawberry desserts for me?"

"Sure," Lun Chuan nodded, "I can, I’ve learned some recently, when back in Imperial City I’ll try them—how’s the watermelon ice cream?"

"Delicious!" Recalling that taste, Song Tan nodded involuntarily.

Watermelon ice cream would ideally pair with a furnace, unfortunately, this time coincided with the hog feast, too many things, Lun Chuan had no time for careful making.

Lun Chuan hummed, it seemed he already had plans.

However...

"Xiaochuan," Song Tan suddenly called softly, then looked seriously: "We’re about to part, is this all you want to discuss with me?"

Lun Chuan was silent for a moment.

The next moment, he gently placed the box in his hand on the ground, then kneeled on one knee, letting the moist soil slowly soak his knee, though his body leaned forward.

It was as though time slowed down at this moment.

Song Tan watched his face get closer, a faint blush spreading on skin white as cool jade.

Those eyes filled with thousands of emotions gazed straight at her, eyelashes fluttered, but his expression was courageous.

She felt surprised, yet not entirely surprised. Her chest seemed filled with the sweet fragrance of strawberries, making her feel lightheaded.

The next moment, she closed her eyes.

Warm lips descended.

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