Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1025 - 1005. Lively ahead

Chapter 1025: 1005. Lively ahead

Li Shifu’s phone call didn’t go through.

His companion next to him was puzzled: "The public judging is about to begin, but why do so many exhibition areas look empty?"

While speaking, they saw someone wearing a staff member’s vest rushing past them, arms full of items, panting heavily like a gust of wind.

A little while later, another person rushed by: "Don’t run so fast! Don’t think you can get ahead of me!"

?!!

The companion’s eyes lit up and, without hesitation, patted Li Shifu’s arm: "Brother, stop calling, let’s go! There’s definitely some commotion up ahead! We need to hurry!"

Li Shifu paused and instinctively craned his neck forward: "Where? Where?"

The two followed the people rushing ahead, twisting and turning through the crowd, and eventually arrived at an area with neatly arranged agricultural machinery. Each machine was painted uniformly green, giving off a reassuring sense of safety.

In a corner beside one of the rotary tillers, a crowd had gathered layer upon layer, resembling clusters of mushrooms sprouting after the rain, all eagerly pushing forward and jumping up to avoid missing whatever was at the center...

"Are they fighting?" the companion stood still, his tone a mix of disbelief and excitement.

Li Shifu’s eyes also sparkled: "No one’s stepping in to break it up... What’s going on?"

The two exchanged glances and quickly rolled up their sleeves to rush forward.

Perfect timing! This path didn’t even have the red cordon set up yet!

As for the staff member they saw earlier, he was now holding up a large plastic bag proudly, his voice booming triumphantly like an ancient conqueror presenting captives:

"Let me through, I brought loads of steamed buns!"

"And me! I brought loads of rolled flatbreads!"

What the heck?

The companion’s steps faltered, and he and Li Shifu both hit an emergency stop, though their thoughts raced ahead uncontrollably—

So, the reason you’re all packed so tightly is... to eat rolled flatbreads together?

Peeking forward, Li Shifu watched helplessly as the bags of steamed buns and flatbreads were handed over to the center. Yet, those two staff members were stuck halfway through the crowd, unable to move forward even an inch.

Others were yelling loudly:

"Shredded turnip, shredded turnip, give me another roll!"

"It’s my turn now, right? Me, me, me! I want steamed buns with roasted chili sauce!"

Hiss!

The companion was incredulous: "What are they doing, handing out staff meals here?" Such a large exhibition wouldn’t possibly skimp on hospitality to this degree, would they?

Before he could finish processing his question, Li Shifu suddenly perked up. In an instant, he took off running toward the crowd while calling his temporary companion:

"Come on! There’s something good here!"

When the two reached the outskirts of the crowd, they tiptoed and jumped to get a glimpse. At the center, they could vaguely make out a small exhibition platform.

A few red cloth-covered tables looked embarrassingly cheap, and inside the booth, a young man was frantically rolling flatbreads and splitting steamed buns.

A pretty young woman, dressed in a fluorescent green windbreaker likely adorned with reflective strips, stood in the booth. Under the exhibition hall’s lights, even her face had a slight greenish tint...

At that moment, she was furiously wielding chopsticks, swiftly picking and tossing shredded vegetables...

Another fair-skinned, handsome young man stood nearby. In front of him were eight small stoves and pots, from which bright green shredded turnips emitted fragrant steam. White grains of salt sprinkled over the turnip sizzled audibly, releasing an intensely savory aroma.

Hiss!

The companion gasped in amazement: It smells incredible!

He instinctively turned to look for Li Shifu but found the middle-aged man squeezing relentlessly through the gaps toward the booth, mumbling under his breath:

"This is the taste! This is exactly the taste! Turnips! I want to buy turnips!"

—You’re buying turnips? Even personal shoppers aren’t this relentless.

The companion was dumbfounded.

But since they were already here, he ended up squeezing forward as well, yelling along the way: "I want to buy turnips too!"

Unfortunately, two burly men stood ahead of him, blocking the gap without budging.

The men glared at him ferociously: "What are you buying? If there’s stock left, do you think it’d still be your turn? Go to the back of the line!"

With that, the men turned back simultaneously, speaking sweetly to the young staff member in the green vest:

"Brother, give me a rolled flatbread with shredded turnip and a pinch of green chilies, alright?"

Their expressions were suddenly sycophantic and overly sweet, their voices raised almost to a falsetto, as if speaking any louder would cause the flatbreads to fly away.

Watching from behind, the companion was gobsmacked, but the old brother he had just befriended was still tiptoeing and shouting wildly:

"Miss Song! Boss Song! I want to buy turnips! I want to buy turnips!"

Several elderly men and women nearby turned and glared at him fiercely: "What are you yelling about? Don’t you know there’s no stock? If you want to buy some, go to another exhibition area. This one’s for tasting samples."

In the crowd, Qiaoqiao overheard this and glanced at him briefly before shaking his head: "Uncle, I already told you in the car—we don’t have any stock this year."

"Also," he added, curiously observing the elderly attendees in front of him, "Grandma, you’ve already eaten two steamed buns and a rolled flatbread. Can’t you taste the flavor yet?"

The old lady flushed crimson.

She quickly stiffened her expression: "Well, I’m getting on in age. My taste buds aren’t as sharp. I need to eat two—no, just one more to be sure."

"No problem." Qiaoqiao responded magnanimously, even with a touch of empathy:

"My sister said we don’t need any scores from the public judging. Our goal today is already achieved—Grandma, you’re getting older, so there’s no need to eat so much just for a score."

He smiled sweetly, but his words carried the sting of a devil: "Everyone, Grandma and Grandpa, please save some for later—don’t eat so much now or you’ll get sick."

With that, he intercepted the steamed buns the green-vested staff member was handing out—

"Brother Xiaoyang, don’t give them more. It’s hard for the elderly to digest, and they’ve already had several. Give them to someone else instead."

"Got it!"

Yang Zhengxing glanced at the seniors who’d been stuffing themselves. Their ravenous behavior had grated on him for a while.

Without hesitation, he turned and offered the steamed buns to the two burly men shouting earlier:

"Wait a bit for flatbreads—I’m handing out steamed buns first."

"Alright, alright!" The men didn’t care whether they got flatbreads or steamed buns—as long as it was stuffed with the savory filling at hand!

And sure enough, the buns were perfect.

Snow-white, fluffy, and piping hot, the large steamed buns split neatly into two halves, stuffed with bright green sautéed shredded turnips and glossy, dark green minced chili sauce. The bun’s interior had been soaked in the oily juices, rendering it irresistibly moist...

You didn’t even need to taste it to imagine the fulfillment of biting into such simple yet delicious ingredients!

The two burly men each grabbed a bun and, with a loud "Awoo!", devoured half in one bite!

Then, swaying their heads, they grumbled adorably between massive bites:

"Delicious, so delicious!"

The companion glanced at Li Shifu, then at the two burly men ahead, and before he realized it, his mouth had started watering hungrily.

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