Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 285 - Chapter 285 285. Little Watermelon_1

Chapter 285: 285. Little Watermelon_1 Chapter 285: 285. Little Watermelon_1 Disappointed fans lingered in the store.

Fair is fair, the photos were truly beautiful and the ambiance they captured was excellent. The comments below them also seemed authentic…

But the items were indeed pricey.

Was this store really reliable?

When asked, the shopkeeper said there were no blooming peach blossoms available now–it was May after all. If one insisted on peach blossoms, then oleanders were the only option left.

Everyone was a bit downcast as they exited the store, while some, not wanting their trip to be in vain, ultimately turned their attention to other items in the store.

–such as the well-reviewed tea-scented sachets, or the tremella mushrooms that cost 80 yuan for enough to stew a pot.

Or the bok choy that was 20 yuan per jin…

Although they realized shipping wasn’t included, which was annoying, considering Huahua had eaten to such an extent, it might be worth a try to pay for shipping, right?

…

Meanwhile, in Yunqiao Village.

The whole Lao Song’s family was busy again.

Song Tan called Brother Xiaozhang while carrying a basket up the mountain.

At her strong insistence, nobody else in the family went to help pick petals, so she could freely head to the Peach Forest.

Seeing that Zhang Wang’s family was busy with the duck pen, the mountain was tranquil, with only Wang Zhen and Big White stretching their necks, as if they knew something good was about to happen.

Song Tan’s finger twitched slightly, and a breeze rose out of nowhere, wrapping around a few peach trees in the corner that were blossoming, blowing their petals into the air.

The petals danced in midair, alighting here and there unintentionally, yet all making their way into the large basket at her feet.

One or two errant petals, caught by breezes from various directions, floated lazily, lazily, like fluttering butterflies, before falling right in front of Wang Zhen’s nose.

In that moment, his canine eyes focused on his nose until Big White, with a “honk,” snapped up the petal!

Wang Zhen: !!!

Looking rather vexed, he let out a low “woof” and opened his mouth as if to bite Big White’s neck.

Big White, however, ducked and stretched forward, maintaining his combat-geese posture, and with a clamor of honks charged towards Song Tan, only then turning his head to look back cautiously.

A goose’s call is really loud.

Zhang Wang’s family by the duck pen heard the noise, and couldn’t help but look over. Seeing Song Tan, Zhang Wang smiled and went back inside the pen.

Song Tan: …

She grabbed Big White by the neck and shook it in midair: “You’re causing trouble again.”

Big White looked at her with his beady eyes, an image of innocence.

Wang Zhen, slouching over, affectionately nuzzled his head against her arm.

“Alright, alright,” Song Tan let go, putting Big White down, and the goose raised its neck, emitting another “honk.”

“That’s enough,” directed Song Tan, pointing to a layer of withered petals by the Peach Forest, “eat if you want, just don’t trample the Watermelon Vines.”

Big White pecked, and immediately a petal was gone.

Wang Zhen, however, eyed the sparse petals in the grass with difficulty, and ultimately let out a discontented snort from his nostrils, then settled down comfortably.

Song Tan found this unexpectedly funny and started to laugh:

“I didn’t realize you had an image to uphold. Did your previous owner spoil you too much?”

He obviously didn’t want to grubble for petals on the ground.

Speaking of his previous owner, Wang Zhen immediately sat upright and stared at Song Tan intensely, then let out a short, gentle bark:

“Woof!”

“Wondering how he’s doing? He should be fine; his social media posts are pretty upbeat. He called recently and insisted on buying you dog food online, but I turned him down.”

“Woof!”

“Right? Dog food is expensive and doesn’t last long, and we’re doing great with leftovers at home. Look at you now, all shiny and glossy. Isn’t that so much better than starving and freezing with him?”

“Woof woof!”

“Okay, okay, I got it, no more badmouthing him. If one day he earns enough to buy a big villa and comes back for you, will you still go with him?”

“Whimper…”

Da Wang’s two front paws fidgeted nervously, his tail wagging as a long sigh escaped from his throat.

He had never considered this question before.

But Song Tan knew that his previous owner, Wang Zhen, truly cared for him.

If Wang Zhen were to see Da Wang now, gleaming and majestic in his freedom, he probably wouldn’t even speak of taking him back.

Besides, for him to rise again and return to a life where Da Wang’s meals were carefree, it would likely not be an achievement of just one or two years.

It’s just… Da Wang doesn’t know, does he?

On one side was the new owner, and on the other, the old one. He had promised his new owner to guard the house and the yard, but he was equally fond of his old owner.

At this moment, Da Wang faced an unusually significant and severe choice in his dog life.

For a while, he didn’t care about Peach Blossom petals or Big White.

Seeing the whole dog become gloomy, Song Tan poked at his dog head: “It’s okay.”

“Your former owner told me already, as long as you’re doing well, that’s all he cares about.”

“Plus, he hasn’t earned back the villa yet, so you stick with me for now. When the day comes that he can afford your meals, we’ll stay here for a month to help me watch over the woods. Then you can spend a month with him to keep him company. How’s that?”

If this were a proposal for a child, one really couldn’t say if it was good or bad.

But for the simple-minded Da Wang, it was already very satisfying!

He then barked “woof woof woof” excitedly and started darting and jumping around the edge of the Peach Forest, his exhilaration evident.

Afterward, he gently took Song Tan’s sleeve in his mouth and led her to the center of the Peach Forest, the place with the fiercest sunlight, sniffed around the Watermelon Vine, and then looked up at her expectantly.

Upon looking, Song Tan saw a small watermelon with dark green wave patterns hiding among the vibrant vines!

This small watermelon was already the size of a fist–the early harvest from the seeds sown. It wasn’t big, but it matured quickly.

Looking around again, indeed, in spots where the sunlight was most plentiful, the watermelons grew bigger than in other areas!

Since they were flourishing and absorbing Spiritual Energy more efficiently, Song Tan decided that these few watermelons would be kept for her own family to eat!

Looking back at the Peach Forest, there were many more watermelons about the size of table tennis balls.

“Good boy, Da Wang, you’re so sensible!”

At this, Song Tan didn’t hesitate to channel some Spiritual Energy to give Da Wang another boost.

Meanwhile, Big White suddenly stretched his neck with a “caw” and, feeling left out, flapped his wings and rushed over–

“Caw caw caw–”

Why should Da Wang have special treatment, and not him, Big White?

He also wants to caw caw caw!!!

Peach blossoms still danced in the wind, and the pink petals had gradually filled a basket.

Song Tan extended her hand, pressing down on Big White’s little yellow cap, channeling Spiritual Energy that quieted both his flapping wings and his squawking voice.

And with her other hand opened, a swirl of Spiritual Energy could be seen gently rotating in the palm of her hand.

It was robust and rich, a remarkable improvement from the feeble strands of Spiritual Energy she had when she first returned to her homeland.

Song Tan closed her hand feeling that it indeed was a very good day.