Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 385 - Chapter 385 385. Not-so-great ex-boyfriend _1

Chapter 385: 385. Not-so-great ex-boyfriend _1 Chapter 385: 385. Not-so-great ex-boyfriend _1 “It’s different,” the class monitor said with eager eyes as he watched the final two melons being prepared for slicing. He was answering in order to appear less greedy:

“Tomorrow, Song Tan is cutting rice, and everyone plans to take the kids over for a bit of experience. There’s no other farmland for us to spoil with our children!”

He was quite self-aware. Taking kids out these days is a complete waste of time and effort. That’s fine for families with manners, but for those without, something’s bound to get ruined.

So when Song Tan agreed so easily, everyone was truly grateful.

“Are you guys crazy?”

Wa Qianqian was so angry she was about to jump up: “Her family is harvesting rice, and you’re going over to help while being thankful to her? Isn’t it nicer to stay home in the cool air-conditioning and play with your phones?”

This made everyone baffled by Wa Qianqian again.

If you really dislike Song Tan that much, just criticize her from beginning to end!

Why diss her on one hand yet spend money extravagantly on the other?

Are such fine watermelons only suited for you to buy?

Plus, you, Wa Qianqian, are not even married, so how would you understand the difficulties of raising and educating children?

Do they not know how comfortable it is to stay home playing with phones in air-conditioned bliss? That has to be agreed upon by the children at home and the school with all its required drawings and homework…

Everyone exchanged knowing glances, all agreeing that Qianqian was pretty twisted. It seemed as though she wanted to make Song Tan look bad so that everyone would dislike her, just to show off how she was spending money to care for an old classmate.

It’s incomprehensible.

…

Twilight clouds began to gather on the horizon, casting a magnificent orange-purple hue across the azure sky.

The server pushed open the door and instinctively took a deep breath first–without saying anything else, why did the watermelon scent in the room smell so good!

Then she snapped back to reality: “I see we have quite a crowd here. Do you want to order now? Would seven o’clock be okay for serving the dishes?”

The class monitor then realized: “Oh! We need to order. We who arrived earlier have already ordered some dishes, for the rest, those who haven’t ordered can decide amongst themselves.”

However, everyone sitting in their chairs waved their hands dismissively: “No, no more orders…We’re stuffed with watermelon juice, you can hear it sloshing in our stomachs, can’t eat another bite.”

Indeed.

Twenty watermelons, twenty adults, not counting the extra for the kids, an average of one whole melon per person–not too little.

Even the class monitor was quite full, but…

“Let’s order,” he said, passing the menu over: “The farmhouse meals here are quite famous. Besides, watermelon doesn’t satisfy hunger; we can have the dishes served later.”

“Right, none of you are in a hurry to leave, are you? Look, our old classmate even sponsored some drinks–aren’t we going to have a few tonight?”

Upon hearing this, quite a few people raised their hands: “Class monitor, it’s not that we don’t want to cooperate, but we’re driving, you know?”

“Call for a designated driver–making the most out of the free drinks wouldn’t hurt!”

There was laughter all around, and only then did they start discussing what dishes to order.

Meanwhile, the manager, walking back and forth in the hallway, noticed the server coming out again and asked, “What’s wrong? Haven’t they ordered yet?”

“Not that,” the server showed her the menu, and the manager frowned: “Just this much for twenty or thirty people?”

The server was quite happy–fewer dishes meant less cleanup.

“They somehow ate twenty watermelons in one go, goodness! I don’t know how those melons taste so good, almost one per person, until their bellies were round and tight. I could still smell it when I entered–truly sweet…ahem, they’re just too full to think about ordering anything else.”

The manager didn’t say anything but then asked after a while, “Who brought the watermelons? Find out. If they are really good, our restaurant could also stock some to serve as fruit platters.”

The waiter did have an impression, and said now, “A young girl came over driving a pickup–should I go in and ask for you?”

“Ask.” The manager took out a business card from her chest, “Tell her to send an extra dessert tonight.”

Song Tan was also surprised when she received the business card.

Her main purpose coming here was these old classmates, but she hadn’t expected that before they even placed their orders, the owner of the farm-to-table restaurant had taken a liking to her business.

But she guessed they wouldn’t be willing use her fruit for their fruit platters. However, the other party was showing such sincerity…

She too stepped out of the room and saw the meticulously groomed middle-aged female manager looking at her pleasantly:

“Hello, I’ve heard that our watermelons are exceptionally delicious. May I ask where you usually sell them, and in what quantity? Our hotel would also like to try them out to see if we can make our customers even more satisfied.”

Song Tan smiled, “We do have watermelons, but they’re a bit expensive, and it might not be cost-effective for you to use them in your fruit platters.”

The manager didn’t even raise her eyebrows, “That’s fine, we only choose the best for our fruits and dishes, regardless of the cost.”

“Just name your price.”

Song Tan: …

Cost is no object?

She nodded, “20 per pound.”

“What?” The other party didn’t catch on.

“I said watermelons, 20 per pound.”

At this, even the once-confident manager shuddered internally–what are you selling, Ginseng Fruit? 20 per pound? Is that even a way to do business?!

Ah, all new customers start this way, and by now Song Tan was a pro at the process: “Don’t think it’s expensive just yet. Just look at how happy my classmates were eating it just now. You get what you pay for, and there’s truth to that. How about this…”

She also took out her phone and passed her QR code, “Otherwise, let’s add each other as friends, and I’ll send you links to our online store and local group buys.”

“Our family has a rice harvesting project tomorrow, and we provide lunch. If you have time, you can come and try it out, taste our farmhouse food.”

The manager: …

She numbly scanned the code, and then watched as Song Tan nonchalantly pushed the door and went back inside, leaving her momentarily in a daze:

Are suppliers… this impressive nowadays?

…

Meanwhile, Wa Qianqian had spent the most money, eaten the least melon, and yet had to watch Song Tan chatting away animatedly in front of everyone, which only added to her resentment.

At that moment, she couldn’t help but ask, “Song Tan, you really have nothing to do with my ex-boyfriend?”

“Even though you both don’t know each other, why did he go to your house after breaking up with me?”

The way she said it was so ambiguous, everyone looked at Song Tan’s face, then recalled Wa Qianqian’s description of her ex-boyfriend’s credentials…

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

“How would I know,” Song Tan responded, feigning innocence.

“I was just looking for a tutor for my brother, asked around in my client group–he was buying wild vegetables from my family back then, claimed he was capable, so I hired him.”

“You know it’s easy to find a tutor, but finding someone willing to go and spend time in a poor mountain village to teach Qiaoqiao isn’t.”

“Besides, his major was the subject needed, so I had to try my best to keep him around, right?”

“Don’t worry, Qianqian, I’m not that kind of person. Moreover, I’m genuinely looking for someone who can harvest rice efficiently, and your ex-boyfriend… doesn’t quite cut it.”