Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 139 - : 139. Got a Great Chef and Crybaby_1

Chapter 139: 139. Got a Great Chef and Crybaby_1

The car glided smoothly along the road.

In the passenger seat, Qiaoqiao sat squeezing his new multicolor modeling clay—it was a toy he had just bought that morning.

In the back seat, Seventh Uncle cradled a handbag in his arms, occasionally burying his nose in it for a deep whiff, a sleazy look that was so hard on Seventh Grandma’s eyes that she simply turned her head to look out the window.

Whereas in the bed of the pickup, jars and pots crowded together, interspersed here and there by various boxes and plastic buckets. In addition, a set of knives wrapped in foam was stacked in a box—and even a huge, ancestral chopping block of Seventh Uncle’s was there!

It was said to be sawn from the stump of an old tree and had, over the years, withstood his relentless chopping and slicing, remaining as sturdy and lustrous as ever.

If it weren’t for the lack of bedding and covers, it would really look like they were moving house right now.

Even so, Seventh Uncle still directed from his seat in the back, “Look at you, such a smart girl, yet acting so foolishly. Why tell me all that and waste time? If you had just served up a cup of tea right away, I wouldn’t have said another word and would have followed you!”

Such arrogance.

However, Song Tan, who had previously coaxed him with nice words, now showed his true cad’s colors, far from the politeness he verbalized. He smiled and asked in return:

“Seventh Uncle, if I had relied on that to invite you over in the first place, what if Seventh Grandma had been unwilling to go?”

Reasonable and rational—it was the path to a lasting solution.

Seventh Uncle: …

He had indeed forgotten himself in a moment of pride. Now, he saw the old lady beside him snort coldly:

“Our old man makes the decisions at home; I don’t get a say in it. What I think is even less important than the cabbage on his balcony!”

He even dug up those cabbages to give away before leaving.

Then, he spoke kindly to Song Tan:

“Tantan, our old house hasn’t been fixed up in years. Do you have someone to help you at home?”

Having brought the chef back home, Seventh Uncle even said he didn’t need a salary, just a share of the delicious food… isn’t it only right to make sure the house is taken care of?

She nodded, “Rest assured!”

“But everyone is busy planting trees for me today, and we just can’t get to fixing the house for the time being, so please excuse us for having you stay at our place for one night.”

“Tomorrow morning, I promise someone will take care of cleaning and preparing the house!”

Getting a guest room ready at home was still simple enough.

After all, it’s the countryside, where there’s nothing much except for plenty of rooms.

With these words, Seventh Grandma was immediately reassured, her mind already wandering:

“Oh my, it’s been so many years since I stayed here for a while, and I wonder if the vegetable plot at the door has gone to waste…”

Having worked on the farm all her life and feeling choked up in the city for so many years, she now saw an open space and wanted to scatter some seeds…

Her expression was full of excitement and anticipation.

Song Tan said nothing else, just introducing the current situation of their hometown as they went along:

“The road through our village is a bit rough, but it’s not too bad, just narrow.”

How many years had it been since they fixed up the roads for village access? The road was three meters wide, and it was still passable despite being patched up over the years.

It was just a bit bumpy.

“Now, there aren’t many young people in our village, but the village-to-village transport goes from the town to the city every day. A phone call in advance, and you can get picked up right at your doorstep.”

In the future, it would indeed be Song Tan who would do the shuttling, but it was good to point out the alternative, so they could feel at ease.

When it came to considering things, Song Tan was always incredibly thoughtful.

“Seventh Grandma, Seventh Uncle didn’t want me to mention salary earlier. But you two have come back now, you can’t work for nothing, right?”

Before the words had settled, Seventh Uncle immediately became wary:

“What do you mean wages? Didn’t we agree that you’ll share the good stuff with me? As long as there’s enough for the two of us to eat, that’s good. If you want more, I’ll buy it from you with money.”

Even if the son doesn’t come back, he’s still your own child, anything good you’d still want to send over to him.

Seventh Uncle is no fool; selling these goods would fetch many times more than a salary!

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He has his own house and savings, what does he need so much money for? It’s better to have good, substantial things.

Everybody understands this logic.

But in the future, won’t Qiaoqiao still rely on Seventh Uncle to take good care of her?

Even if Seventh Uncle is a good person, what if he loses his temper and goes too far with hitting and scolding in a moment of anger—could we intervene right then and there for the sake of the child learning a skill?

Besides, Qiaoqiao is a bit simple-minded. What if she can’t hold back and retaliates… Not to mention anything else, but the old couple is over sixty years old!

Then this favor would have to be extended to the front end.

“Look at what you’re saying,” Song Tan said with a generous smile:

“If I really don’t take a salary, what would I do if I wanted to hire someone else in the future?”

“But like Seventh Uncle said, I’ll save a portion of the good stuff for you, and right now I can’t really come up with that much money for a salary, so I indeed can’t offer much—”

“It’ll just be for our family plus the two of you at most, not more than ten people. It’s only during the busy times that we need to prepare more food for lunch.”

“Three thousand yuan a month, it’s not a lot of money, but it’s the thought that counts. What do you think?”

“Of course, that’s fine!”

Seventh Grandma immediately agreed:

“Just looking at that old man’s face, I know your things can’t be bad. If you really wanted to sell, wouldn’t you easily make three thousand yuan? It’s just a formality.”

Then, with a serious expression, she added: “Tantan, now that we’ve come back with you, we won’t speak idly to you. As long as you take good care of us when we’re old, we’ll give the house to you, and you can do with it as you please. My son has already notarized it for me; I don’t want it.”

“Okay.”

This time, Song Tan didn’t refuse but agreed right away, putting the old couple’s minds at ease:

“With a house there, I can easily sell it for a million or more if necessary. If there’s anything, just let me know.”

“I’m not just counting on your skills, I have to consider the house too, right?”

With those words, the old couple’s previously unsettled hearts suddenly calmed.

Yes, they had their skills, and there was a house as a solid backup, no matter what, their future days would be fine!

For a moment, everyone in the car felt their spirits lift.

Only Qiaoqiao suddenly looked up: “Does that mean I’ll be learning to cook with Seventh Uncle from now on?”

It was then that Song Tan remembered—they had arranged everything quite well, but they had forgotten to ask Qiaoqiao what she wanted.

She looked at Qiaoqiao seriously: “Yes, Sister has been considering this. What does Qiaoqiao think?”

Qiaoqiao lowered her head, repeatedly rolling the clump of colored clay in her hands:

“Qiaoqiao likes to learn things. But…”

Looking up with a face full of grievance, his eyes brimming with tears, he said:

“Sister, didn’t you say you’d take me to see Ultraman? I’ve earned quite a bit of money recently, haven’t spent it carelessly, haven’t watched Peppa, and I’ve been working too—so when will you take me to see Ultraman?”

He burst into tears, utterly inconsolable:

“Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao has been waiting for so long wuwuwu…”