Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 304 - Chapter 304 304. Frontier Express_1

Chapter 304: 304. Frontier Express_1 Chapter 304: 304. Frontier Express_1 The person in charge had lost face and was too embarrassed to pick cherries, hastily grabbing almost two jin before twisting around and scurrying back to this side of the worker’s shed.

When he looked up again, he saw a rugged-looking young man squatting in the shed, which gave him quite a start:

“What are you doing? Hasn’t the work been finished? Why haven’t you left yet?!”

The excavator operator replied with a pained expression, “Bro, you don’t understand, now that I’ve come all this way, I can’t leave without having a meal–I wouldn’t be content.”

Then he turned his head and sniffled, “What’ve you got there?”

The person in charge’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively hid the bag behind his back, “Nothing much, if you’re finished with your work, you should head back. I’ll call you if there’s more work.”

The young man, seeing his behavior, couldn’t help but edge closer, “You’ve definitely got something!”

Then, as if struck by a revelation, “Bro, did you go cherry picking?”

“Let me have one, please!”

Great, he was a foreman after all; why didn’t the young man show any respect!

The person in charge’s face was filled with sorrow, and it took him a long time to reluctantly pull out a cluster of three plump cherries from the bag and hand them over.

As he was wondering how to refuse if the young man asked for more, he saw that the man had already savored the cherries and was now sighing deeply:

“That’s the taste! That’s why it’s so delicious! How could I be content without having a meal?”

“Bro, you clearly like them too. I suggested negotiating meals with their family, and you were reluctant…”

The person in charge felt a pang in his heart.

“What do you mean by that?” Didn’t their family only have good cherries?

“How could that be?”

The excavator operator glanced at him, “I’ve told you, I opened up a peach orchard behind the mountain, Peach Forest. The peach trees definitely aren’t bad either. And everything from their wild vegetables at the edge of the field to whatever’s in their garden, it’s all especially delicious.”

“During the few days that I worked there,” he sighed, a look of wistfulness on his face, “…life couldn’t have been better.”

The person in charge: …

He hesitantly looked at the bag of cherries.

Just, if the cherries were already this delicious, the meals…

At that moment, he picked up the plastic bag and then twisted around and walked outside:

“I suddenly remember, there was a point on the design plan for this house that we never discussed properly, I need to go ask in person.”

Halfway there, he turned back, took his car key, and put the cherries inside the car, planning to eat them after his meal. Then, he pulled out a cigarette—-

It was also the case, building so many houses for others, the homeowners were the ones to offer cigarettes to him. When it came to this family, he had to offer something himself…

Goodness, it really was incredible how delicious their produce was!

Just as he was about to close the car door, he saw the excavator operator crowding against the door, “Bro, take me with you. I’ll leave right after eating this meal, I promise I will!”

The person in charge: …

However, halfway there, he couldn’t help but ask, “You’re about the same age as our clients, the siblings, you call me ‘bro,’ they call me ‘uncle,’ I call their father ‘bro’… the kinship titles don’t quite line up, do they?”

The excavator operator hesitated, looking at him, “Bro, could it be that you look too anxious?”

“Look at you, your skin is dark, you have lots of wrinkles on your face, and you’re slowly putting on weight, all of that makes you look several years older. Look at Song Uncle just now, so spry and lively, with shiny, jet-black hair; he looks so much more spirited than you–how could the girl feel comfortable calling you ‘bro’?”

The person in charge: …

Such a big young man, why did he have to be so mouthy!

…

Meanwhile, Seventh Uncle’s son, Shuliang, also received his parcel.

This area was not eligible for free shipping, and Seventh Uncle had spent a significant sum, after much difficulty, to have it delivered to his hands.

This year he was already 40 years old, with two daughters in their teens, and it had been almost ten years since he returned to his hometown.

Now, looking at the package from his hometown, his nostalgia far outweighed his curiosity about the contents.

Just as the two children were chasing each other back, they were holding a big watermelon in their hands.

In May and June, there weren’t many ripe fruits in the border region, mostly apricots, grapes, pears, and watermelon, which every household had.

However, they were quite surprised to see the package delivery.

“Dad, what did you buy?”

This area was subject to shipping fees, and online purchases often fell through because of the cost of postage.

The sudden arrival of such a big package was indeed a novelty.

Song Shuliang took the watermelon: “You guys open it, it’s from Grandpa.”

“Wow!”

The two children cried out in surprise.

They had never seen their grandfather as they had grown up!

The journey was long, and when the kids were young, Song Shuliang had gone back, but it was inconvenient to take them, so he didn’t.

Luckily, with the advancement of technology in recent years, WeChat videos and red envelope gifts had kept them from being too unfamiliar with Grandpa.

Now, as they unwrapped the package and saw its contents, they first gasped and then felt a bit of disappointment.

“Why did Grandpa send honey? We have good honey here!”

“Joledang, it’s the thought that counts,” said Song Shuliang’s wife, coming out with a watermelon knife. She was a mixed-race girl with big eyes and very beautiful, her father a local while her mother, like Song Shuliang, was from elsewhere but had also stayed.

Thus, the two children had names from both the Han language and the local border region.

The older daughter, Joledang, giggled and continued to unwrap with her little sister:

“Dad, this is a big bag! What is it?”

But it wasn’t very heavy, or else the postage would have been expensive!

Song Shuliang came over and looked: “These are silver ear mushrooms.”

He looked at the uneven small yellowish dried silver ear mushrooms, sniffed them closely, and then a smile spread across his eyes–sure enough, with his father’s pickiness, the quality of the things sent wouldn’t be bad.

It was the other daughter, Afu, who was curious: “Why does it look different from the ones sold in the market?”

This one was smaller and not as round and attractive.

Song Shuliang stroked her head: “Because these are higher quality linden silver ear mushrooms, which taste a bit better than those in the market.”

“Let’s make silver ear mushroom soup tonight? Soak the mushrooms first.”

His wife came over: “I’ll find a soup-making video on TikTok.”

Here, meat was more common than sweet soup, so it was safer to check TikTok for recipes.

“Okay!”

Song Shuliang promptly opened the honey as well: “Try the honey Grandpa sent, it might be better than what we have here.”

The fresh aroma of honey spread through the dry air. The two girls sniffed and then politely sat to the side with the glass jar.

At the bottom of the box, there were two simply packed boxes of tea leaves.

Song Shuliang was truly surprised this time.

Having left his hometown for many years, even though he wasn’t one to fuss over food, he now couldn’t help but remember the flavors of his homeland.

Of course, whether he still had the taste for it was another matter.

Still, after living here where meat was consumed in large portions, he inevitably felt a bit greasy. Before, it was also the hometown tea his father specifically prepared, not famous but good enough to drink.

Now, with two big boxes, they must be this year’s new tea!

He couldn’t wait to open the packaging.

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