Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 147 - 147. Just like the sunlight piercing through the

Chapter 147: 147. Just like the sunlight piercing through the night_1 Chapter 147: 147. Just like the sunlight piercing through the night_1 A group of people had a superbly satisfying breakfast, lavishing praise on Seventh Uncle’s cooking skills. However, Seventh Uncle himself was far from satisfied:

“Now that we’re back in the countryside, why do we still have to buy vegetables for every meal?” He looked around the spotless kitchen, lamenting the barrenness of the vegetable patch.

But there was no helping it!

During this off-season, if we didn’t buy vegetables, would we have to eat lettuce, garlic sprouts, and Chinese cabbage every day?

Seventh Uncle was picky, “It’s the wrong season; this Chinese cabbage is all bitter now.”

If it were during the New Year period, a quick blanch of the Chinese cabbage hearts would make them taste sweet.

Seeing everyone well-fed and satisfied, Qiaoqiao happily stacked the dishes in the sink and washed them slowly and carefully, humming a song while she worked:

“Just like the sunlight piercing through the night, dawn quietly slides across the sky…”

Song Tan listened over and over, feeling like something wasn’t quite right.

Then she remembered: wasn’t that the theme song of Ultraman? But—

“Song Qiaoqiao!” she asked, “How many episodes did you watch yesterday?”

Qiaoqiao blinked, then quickly turned her head back and said loudly, “Qiaoqiao is washing the dishes, must be diligent.”

Well, that figures. Yesterday she had holed up in the bedroom and had only come out reluctantly when it was time to eat, who knows how many episodes she had binge-watched!

Seventh Grandma saw how obedient and well-mannered Qiaoqiao seemed and was delighted. She quickly said, “What’s the matter with a child watching a few cartoon episodes? I don’t believe you never clung to the TV when you were little.”

Song Tan fell silent.

Back then, which child didn’t wish they could live inside the TV?

Just as she was about to say something else, Seventh Uncle had already found a basket, “Is there a specific dish planned for lunch?”

Wu Lan quickly responded, “Not at all, Uncle, whatever you cook we’ll eat, we’re not picky.”

Now she was finally liberated from the endless cycle of cooking three meals a day, eagerly tying the basket around her waist, ready to go pick tea leaves. Forget being choosy, she wanted to clap her hands in celebration.

Seventh Uncle nodded:

“Then I’ll go for a stroll nearby and see what’s edible.”

The back mountain did have wild vegetables, but due to the early growth induced by Spiritual Energy, they were a bit overgrown by now. Song Tan opened her mouth, about to remind him, but then she considered, since she didn’t know how to cook, it was better to leave professional matters to the professionals.

So, while helping to pack and weigh the hundreds of pounds of bamboo shoots dug up yesterday, she also called out to Qiaoqiao, “You watched extra episodes of cartoons yesterday, so you’ll have to work extra hard today, show some good effort.”

Qiaoqiao was shaking her head and swaying, singing the climax of the song—

“…A new storm has already appeared, how can we stand still… I will come to you!”

When she had hummed and mumbled through the entire line of lyrics, she finally nodded vigorously, circling back to the earlier topic, “Alright.”

Song Tan: …

You sang for over a minute before responding, where’s the sincerity in that?

Zhang Yanping, having eaten slightly too much that morning, was strolling around the yard with a protruding belly, idly playing with three little mongrel dogs; the scene couldn’t be more harmonious.

Song Tan thought for a moment, “Brother Yanping, there hasn’t been much work lately, don’t you want to go home?”

She was initially planning to trick someone into a labor transformation (snag some labor), but didn’t expect that Zhang Yanping’s wide social network had brought them a lot of help.

To continue keeping him working on the farm now would be really embarrassing!

Unexpectedly, Yanping reacted as if he’d been pricked by a needle, waving his hands repeatedly, “No, no, no, I’m going to take root in the countryside and contribute to the rural construction!”

Is that what contributing looks like, wandering aimlessly after a full meal every day?

Song Tan expressed skepticism.

However, Yanping’s phone chimed just then, and he casually checked it. The loud voice of his mother, Wu Fang, echoed throughout the yard:

“Yanping, when is that civil service exam this year? I heard that people are enrolling in training classes for it. Look into it, and if necessary, sign up for one in the city!”

Yanping replied without a moment’s hesitation:

“No need, Mom, I can review here at my aunt’s place too. Staying rooted in the countryside, learning for the nation, it’s beneficial for the interview.”

Having said that, he shoved his phone into his pocket and continued to stroll around the yard.

It’s a good thing that Wu Lan had already walked far away with her basket, otherwise, she definitely wouldn’t be able to lie so blatantly—rooted in the countryside, learning for the nation? He’s worse at farming than Qiaoqiao is!

But, despite Brother Yanping’s daily complaints about not wanting to work, when it really came down to lending a hand, he was never too idle.

Considering his reluctance to go back and study, it’s really a wonder how he got into a 211 university in the first place.

That is to say, isn’t there any joy in studying at all?

She moved the bamboo shoots into the car, planning to leave as soon as Qiaoqiao finished washing the dishes. Seventh Uncle glanced at the gloomy sky and couldn’t help but nod, “The trees and vegetables you planted yesterday are good, and at the right season too.”

“At the awakening of insects plant cucumbers, they will not bear empty flowers.

Plant cucumbers at Qingming, and you’ll fill boats and carts.”

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After Seventh Uncle mumbled this, he still wasn’t satisfied:

“I see there’s a bit of space at the base of your wall, why not plant some pumpkins there? When they flower, I’ll make fried pumpkin flowers for you.”

Isn’t that easy?

Song Tan readily agreed, “Not just in front and behind the house, but also on the edges of the fields and on the slopes, they can all be planted. I’ll mention it to my dad in a bit.”

Seventh Uncle nodded, reminded of his own miserable past of trying to grow cabbage between bricks. Looking at the large basket in his hand, his heart swelled with pride—

“Hey, young man Yanping, come on, let’s go find some vegetables together.”

“Are we still picking locust flowers?”

Yanping was energized.

Seventh Uncle huffed, “No matter how good something is, you can’t eat it every day, it was just for a change of taste—I’ll go find something different.”

He had only hurried through the village in recent years, rarely taking the time to leisurely explore like now. Together with Seventh Grandma, they pointed here and there at the fields and forests, his lifetime of memories all here.

Passing by the bamboo grove, he even sighed, “These bamboos are growing so vigorously, no wonder the bamboo shoots tasted so good yesterday.”

But having eaten them yesterday, he had no plans to dig more today, so he continued walking.

Reaching the embankment where the bamboo grove bordered the pond, the buzzing of bees caught his attention—

“We had milk vetch rice soup this morning; for lunch let’s go with rapeseed flowers. Each of us can have an egg wrapped in rapeseed flowers, and for cold dishes, we can mix it with wild onions to accompany the rice—”

Ever since Yanping returned to his hometown, he had tried all manner of ways to mix anything and everything. At this point, none of it surprised him.

Hearing the menu, he walked directly into the sparse field of rapeseed flowers, heartlessly breaking them off…

Anyway, there was no hint of poetry or romance in it.

Fortunately, as a chef, Seventh Uncle cared only if something was tasty and didn’t judge his crude methods.

Looking down, he noticed a layer of mint growing nearby and furrowed his brows, slightly annoyed:

“If we had chicken blood with mint soup for lunch, that would work too…”