Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 241 - Chapter 241 What skincare product_1

Chapter 241: What skincare product_1 Chapter 241: What skincare product_1 In fact, renovating the house at home wasn’t moving that fast at all; we hadn’t even moved our stuff over yet. Song Tan was simply too lazy to entertain guests.

But she wasn’t completely lying either. The next morning, before breakfast was even ready, Wu Lan was already contemplating where to move the furniture.

“My dear mother…”

Seeing that she even wanted to keep the wooden bed, which was at least thirty years old, Song Tan simply couldn’t take it anymore.

“If it were made of good wood, it would be fine to keep it, but isn’t that just the assembly bed you bought following the trend when you married my dad?”

Just ordinary planks of wood, with a layer of lacquer on top; after so many years of use, the lacquer at the head of the bed had peeled off several times, which she then pressed back down with large thumbtacks.

It simply had no value worth keeping!

Wu Lan chuckled awkwardly: “I know, it’s too old… but it can still be slept on, right?”

“Well, we could still live in this house, so why are we tearing it down?”

Song Tan couldn’t stand it: “Mom, if you’re restless, why don’t you go back to picking tea? I’ll make the decisions for the house.”

“No way, no way!”

This good-for-nothing, nothing grows under her watch at home. Everything in the house is still in good condition–like that vanity, sure the cabinet inside is a bit moldy, but it doesn’t affect storing things after cleaning it every year.

And that old wardrobe, it’s been packed with old clothes for so long, and the middle board broke once, but it doesn’t matter after being nailed back together.

And about the ceiling fan in the living room, don’t look at its age, it still whirs with power when turned on, it’s indispensable.

At this rate, she’d probably want to chip off the cement from the bricks for the new house right on-site and reuse them to build the new house.

Song Tan quickly put her hand on her mother’s shoulder and pushed her towards the door:

“Mom, you’ve worked hard these past few days. We’ll handle the move, you just need to take yours and dad’s clothes and any valuable items in the house… There’s no room at grandpa’s house.”

That was being realistic.

The old folks’ furniture was actually better than theirs because they picked good wood and made it by hand in their time, and it hadn’t broken down to this day. A little oiling and maintenance every couple of years kept even the non-precious materials looking beautiful.

Wu Lan finally had nothing to say.

She thought again about the countryside mini-villas she had seen on the app, with their opulent golden pillars, embossed luxurious background walls for TVs, patterned floor tiles, and the pretty and ornate crystal chandeliers hanging above…

It did seem there was no place for the ceiling fan in that setup.

Thinking it over, she added one last instruction: “Tell the designer we don’t want that crystal chandelier, it’s such a hassle to clean every day.”

Song Tan hummed agreement, finally managing to persuade her mother to leave.

Then, looking at the half-new, not old items around the house, she thought for a moment and promptly called her grandfather in.

“Grandpa, you have higher authority, so please mention in the village that we won’t be using our furniture anymore. Anyone who likes it can come and take it directly, today, and move it out.”

The idea was that some older folks might have issues with younger ones speaking up, feeling too embarrassed to take action.

“Okay.”

In terms of generosity, Song Youde truly excelled: “New house should not be matched with old furniture; they simply don’t go together. Don’t make a perfectly good house neither here nor there, just take them away, take them all away.”

Song Tan, along with Qiaoqiao, continued packing.

They planned to transport their belongings today so the construction team could come and assess the actual environment. Tomorrow, the excavator would enter the site and start working, and efficiency would pick up.

Grandpa’s place, with its water, electricity, and adobe house, needed two people hired specifically for renovations, but luckily, those didn’t require major work and wouldn’t disrupt their daily life.

Ah, another busy day!

Meanwhile.

Ning City.

The alarm clock’s persistent nagging finally dragged Huo Xueying out of the covers. She touched her stomach, and decisively sat down on the toilet.

Well… it’s a bit embarrassing to say, but everything came out especially smoothly today, and there was a lot of it too!

But to be fair, it was really relieving. I felt as light as a feather, almost like I could take off.

Strange, I never felt constipated before. Did I have that much stuff piled up in my stomach?

It wasn’t until I stood in front of the washbasin, washing my hands and taking a look in the mirror–

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!!

I hurriedly turned off the tap, grabbed the headband by the side, and fiercely pulled my hair back, then leaned in close to the mirror, nearly pressing my face against it with my shortsighted eyes–

Is that person in the mirror me?

Yeah, that’s still me, and that’s still my face, slightly swollen from staying up late and guzzling water before bed.

But this skin condition!

Huo Xueying swore that even the expensive La Mer facial treatment she had at the beginning of the year didn’t make her skin this silky smooth!

My face is smooth and tender, and my hand feels so good on it I don’t want to let go. The painful pimple I had yesterday? I couldn’t even find it now!

What kind of Immortal Pill have I eaten?

As I was engrossed in my reflection, addicted to staring at myself, I heard my phone go off with a series of beeps, and that’s when I realized:

Damn it, I’m going to be late for work!

I had limited time. Normally, such good skin should be paired with a Fairy makeup look, perfectly fitted and flawless.

But this morning, I just quickly brushed my teeth and then rushed straight out of the house, not checking my messages until I sat on the subway.

Only to find that the company group chat had exploded.

[Huo Xueying, quickly ask Song Tan how much the honey is. I want to buy!]

[Me, me, me! I want three bottles!]

[Who has Song Tan’s WeChat? Pass it to me, I can’t wait!]

[Holy shit, the honey water from yesterday has got something! I went to the bathroom this morning… cried from how good it felt, who understands!]

[How much weight did you lose after going to the toilet? I lost a pound and a half!]

[It’s about the skin, isn’t anyone praising the skin? I spent the whole morning reviewing what I ate and used yesterday. Other than drinking an extra glass of honey water, my life is copy-pasted every day!]

[Huo Xueying, don’t hide and stay silent in the group, I know you have to come to work!]

So… it was the honey water?

Huo Xueying, squeezed in the subway, couldn’t help but touch her smooth face again.

Until she noticed a young girl next to her staring at her without blinking.

When I looked her way, she blushed slightly and hesitated before eventually asking, “Excuse me, your skin looks amazing. Can you tell me which brand you use?”

A surge of immense joy started to roll in her chest. At that moment, Huo Xueying vowed–

The honey from Tantan’s house was going to be her life’s treasure!

The eager girl was looking at me expectantly, but if I credit it to the honey, wouldn’t that be a bit too dismissive?

I decided to simply show her the chat from my company’s group.

The girl looked at the messages in the group, and then she was stunned. Before she could react, the subway arrived at the station.

Huo Xueying quickly followed the crowd and made her way off the train.

Leaving the girl standing there dumbstruck, before she looked over in annoyance after a good while–

“How do I buy the honey?”

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