Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 394 - Chapter 394 394. Its okay not to buy a house_1

Chapter 394: 394. It’s okay not to buy a house_1 Chapter 394: 394. It’s okay not to buy a house_1 Wu Lei had no idea the dangerousness hidden behind Song Tan’s smiling face, and at the moment, his mind was preoccupied with his house down payment and Zhu Li, his heart brimming with frustration.

But… faced with Song Tan’s welcoming smile, he still knew he had to show some respect, so his frustration wasn’t directed at Song Tan and his aunt’s family, which is why he responded with a subdued “okay”.

Then, he carried his large luggage on his back and dragged his suitcase, walking somberly towards Song Tan’s house.

Seeing this, Song Tan became even more pleased–not to mention anything else, this strength was much easier to utilize than Zhang Yanping’s!

The sound of the suitcase wheels was enormously loud on the weathered cement road, and Wu Lei, immersed in his own emotions, walked listlessly, then turned the corner past the bamboo forest…

!!!

He stood by the roadside, his eyes widened with surprise.

Is this white-walled, grey-tiled house with its upturned eaves really his aunt’s new residence?

This, this, this… it looks way too beautiful!

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn’t know what to say.

He took out his phone intending to take a picture for Zhu Li, but thinking of his own situation, he hung his head in discouragement and put it away.

The first thought in his head then was–

If the family built a house like this, it wouldn’t be impossible to not buy a house in Ning City!

…

His family had no idea what nonsensical thoughts Wu Lei was having at this moment; meanwhile, water was being boiled, and tea was being prepared.

Song Sancheng still felt a bit guilty:

“Tan Tan, too, with the classmate here, insists on me brewing these old tea leaves…”

These were all old leaves or yellow leaves picked out during the tea frying process, not presentable at all.

Of course, the taste was still exceptional, the aroma was strong, it just has a slightly stronger bitterness.

If you were to ask Song Sancheng, he’d say this kind was more resilient to repeated brewing and had more flavor.

But… it just wasn’t suitable for serving to guests!

Good tea leaves should have the right shape and color, which these completely lacked.

Wu Lan was fiddling with the commercial water boiler by the kitchen while also making sure to refill the family kettle, glanced at him upon hearing his words:

“Twenty to thirty people, just casually entertaining them would use up a couple of taels of tea leaves, right? What, because you picked the tea leaves, and building the house didn’t cost you any money?”

How virtuous!

Their daughter is so poor she has to shamelessly pester acquaintances, yet here he is acting generous!

Wouldn’t it be better to sell those couple of taels of tea leaves to others?

Moreover…

She thought of the meat and vegetables prepared in the kitchen: “Does our family eat poorly or drink poorly? Is it too much if the tea is a little lesser quality?”

“Not too much, not too much at all.”

Song Sancheng immediately ceased his protests and then proceeded to place an appropriate amount of tea leaves into each disposable cup before him.

Just then, he suddenly saw someone standing in the courtyard, looking dazed and bewildered, like a mouse that had sneaked in and found itself in the wrong jar…

Honestly, he seemed a bit fearful and hesitant.

Wu Lan took a look: “Wu Lei is here? Why didn’t you call to let us know, how did you get here? Did your parents come? Why did you bring so many things? We actually have everything here… don’t worry, just rest at your aunt’s place, she won’t make you suffer.”

While speaking, she gestured to Song Sancheng, “Hurry and take the boy upstairs.”

Then she whispered a small instruction: “Take him to the room next to Qiaoqiao’s.”

“Wu Lei’s thoughts have been a bit off track lately, he really should spend more time looking at our Qiaoqiao!”

Song Sancheng glanced at her, “Look at that pretty speech you just made…”

Wu Lan glared at him, “Pretty words aside, what Wu Lei did was wrong, and now we can’t even talk about it?”

As his aunt, I have to back up Tantan and straighten this kid out. Otherwise, I’d be letting down all the care his parents have shown my own family over the years.

…

Wu Lei looked at the spacious and upscale mansion, overwhelmed and momentarily lost for words.

It took him a while to finally find the time to squeeze out, “Auntie, your house is really beautiful.”

“Isn’t it!”

Wu Lan started to feel proud, “You work hard, and I’ll give you a red envelope. Save up, and you can build one for your own family too.”

The mention of a house immediately deflated Wu Lei.

Then he carried his luggage with a downcast look, “Uncle, which room am I sleeping in?”

“Over here, over here,” Song Sancheng quickly led him to the stairwell:

“I’ll take you up to the third floor. Yanping, Qiaoqiao, and his teacher all live here.”

“Knowing you were coming last night, your aunt cleaned up the bed for you.”

“Tantan is staying on the second floor, your aunt and I are on the first floor, and in a while, we’ll bring your grandparents over. It’ll be lively with the whole family.”

The central air conditioning was on, making even the stairwell unusually cool.

Wu Lei, huffing and puffing as he carried a suitcase in one hand and a bag in the other, looked ahead to see his uncle showing no intention to help. At that moment, he had no complaints–

He didn’t have such intricate thoughts or the brains for it; he just climbed the stairs saying,

“After spending money to make the house look so good, there should be an elevator for these three floors. Every villa has an elevator.”

Song Sancheng: …What kind of household? An elevator for just these three floors? They walk more than this just going up the mountain every day, what a waste of money.

Finding a less awkward topic, Wu Lei had a lot more to say, “Lili and I went to a villa community to shoot a short video before, and the home elevator was so convenient. And all the rooms had Chinese-style furniture, mahogany and chicken-wing wood… it looked particularly wealthy and cultured.”

“But your house is also well-decorated, simple and stylish, very harmonious. It just lacks a sense of technology; everyone’s into smart homes now…”

Song Sancheng responded cheerfully but couldn’t help but sigh to himself.

Leilei, despite his solid roots, was just a bit too frivolous.

When a grown man starts to act frivolous, he comes off as slick and unreliable; he still needs more polish.

Never mind whether his suggestions made any sense; as a guest in someone’s home, you either compliment or keep quiet… this is also a matter of politeness.

But this kid?

He wasn’t bad–just purely clueless!

Upon reaching the third floor, the door to the room opened–

Wooden floors, pristine walls, gleaming windows, simply colored gray-blue curtains, and a 1.5-meter simple wooden bed with matching plain bedding set…

Wu Lei was instantly overjoyed.

“Uncle, your house is really well-furnished! Looks much better than the place I rented in Ning City.”

He pushed his luggage into the room and couldn’t help but touch the bedding, then started critiquing the exquisite life he had heard about from Lili:

“This quilt is so light and thin; it couldn’t be made from silk, could it? It’s even more comfortable than a summer quilt.”

Song Sancheng looked up at the air conditioning vent.

He thought: Dream on! This kid isn’t just superficial, he’s completely empty-headed!

What silk? If he’d put his mind to it, he’d realize it was impossible; it was just the old cotton quilt that had been reprocessed at home.

A summer quilt, made a bit too thin.