Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 396 - Chapter 396 396. A good horse does not eat grass that has

Chapter 396: 396. A good horse does not eat grass that has already been passed_1 Chapter 396: 396. A good horse does not eat grass that has already been passed_1 As soon as morale slackened, everyone felt they had no energy left.

Song Tan thought to herself: Just see what shape you’re all in? It’s a good thing you came to my place, otherwise there’d be no chance to replenish your energy later.

The monitor felt a chill in his heart, thinking he was delirious from the heat, then heaved a sigh of relief and asked Song Tan, “What about the rice in the field?”

Looking at the rice they had cut and left scattered around the field, in a total mess, was enough to make anyone’s face flush with embarrassment.

But… hehe… hand-cutting rice… ah, I’m such a real man! Better take a selfie first–right side, right side! More rice, more sweat!

[Click]

The monitor put away his phone, content.

Song Tan: …

“No worries,” she said with nonchalance: “Just let it dry here for a bit. We’ll thresh it this afternoon.”

She patiently waited until everybody had taken their videos and photos, then called out, “Come on, everyone is tired. Hurry up and follow me back to rest a bit!”

“Qianqian, once we’re home and rested, I’ll send you the video.” Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll run away right now–since you’ve come all this way, why waste it?

Wu Qianqian huffed.

Although she still found Song Tan shameless, by this time she had already forgotten her ex-boyfriend and couldn’t help but join the crowd heading back.

Halfway there, a cool breeze blew, soothing the irritated spirits somewhat. Wu Qianqian lagged behind the group, now taking out her phone to check her image–

It had to be a mess that somehow still conveyed a hint of exhaustion, and within that exhaustion, a touch that would invoke pity…

She raised the mirror.

?…!!!

“Song–Tan–!!!!!”

She began to yell.

…

–The freshly applied eyelashes had lost a couple of strands onto her cheek, and the patchy makeup on her face was smeared, streaked with yellow and white.

And her lipstick, which she had reapplied after breakfast, why was it now smudged around her mouth?

What a horrific image!!!

“Song Tan!!!”

She glared at Song Tan furiously–what was that about making a beautiful video, choosing a filter?

With this face, what filter could possibly make her look pretty?

So infuriating!!!

But Song Tan remained unfazed: “Qianqian, I think there’s a wild beauty about you on camera that doesn’t need any embellishment. Your eyes are especially powerful!”

Wu Qianqian trembled with rage: “I will never believe you again! Did you deliberately make me look bad, I’m telling you–”

“Oh my!” Song Tan suddenly exclaimed, interrupting her:

“We made a lot of delicious food for lunch at my place, and nobody can overeat, or I’ll be losing out big time!”

Everyone had been eagerly awaiting the next juicy detail, but the topic suddenly switched to lunch… but then, recalling how breakfast tasted, they all couldn’t help but swallow hard and burst into laughter:

“No way! We’ve been cutting rice for you; we’ve got to eat our fill!”

Wu Qianqian opened her mouth: “I–”

“We’re still old classmates after all, are you trying to bankrupt me by eating so much–” Song Tan hastily interjected.

Who among the classmates couldn’t read between the lines?

Seeing Wu Qianqian’s puffed-up face, they were close to bursting into laughter, so they hurriedly nudged her, and in groups of two and three, they started jogging, not giving Wu Qianqian a chance to speak.

Wu Qianqian: … The whole world is against me! I’m so upset I could cry!!!

A large crowd buzzed back into the courtyard, where two relatives in charge of watching the children were gleefully holding bowls.

Looking at a few kids, well, despite other things not being edible, they were sipping the liquid from the Tremella soup bit by bit. The youngest one, sitting in a baby carriage, was licking an empty spoon back and forth, looking unspeakably content!

On this side, Wu Lan was still calling out to everyone, “Come, come, come, the chilled Tremella soup is all ready in the living room! Everybody wash your hands and come have some!”

Song Tan, who had been busy all morning, was just stepping onto the porch when she was stopped by Wu Lan, “Where’s Wu Lei?”

“Oh,” Song Tan said nonchalantly, “wasn’t he here to work? Of course, he should be with the workers.”

Actually, it was just half an hour later due to the heat. But…

Brother Wu Lei, the difference in labor reformation is all in the details!

Wu Lan, having heard from Song Sancheng about Wu Lei’s unreliability that morning, now nodded in agreement, “Right! He needs the training; can’t keep spoiling him like this.”

While speaking, she headed into the living room.

As soon as she entered, Song Tan was immediately shocked by the colorful striped sofas in the living room!

What happened?

The sofas were supposed to be a mix of plain colors! Her mother had clearly promised not to make sofa covers anymore!

“Mom, what’s with the sofa covers?”

“You child!” Wu Lan scolded her with a glance, “Do you even know how to live properly?”

Then, pointing at the classmates who were taking off their dirty sun-protective clothing and wiping their hands, faces, arms, and legs–

“Your classmates have just come from the paddy fields, sweaty and dusty, and you’re inviting them to sit in the living room? You don’t expect to wash the white sofas, do you?”

“Look, your grandma gave me several thick and sturdy old coarse cloth bed sheets, with lovely patterns too. They look good spread over the sofas, don’t they?”

Song Tan: …

Who would have thought, they were actually bed sheets.

She took a second look, and honestly, whenever these old coarse cloth bed sheets were made, though they were colorful stripes, the color matching was quite interesting. Spread on the sofas, they were a bit flashy but not out of place.

She couldn’t help but give her mother a thumbs up, “Mom, you’re really thoughtful.”

Of course! Wu Lan thought, I was on the sewing machine when you were still in the cradle!

Then, pointing at the girl who was throwing tissues with particular vigor, “Who’s that? Why does she look unhappy?”

Song Tan smiled, “Just a rich Qianqian–Teacher Xin’s ex-girlfriend.”

“Oh, I see!” Wu Lan immediately understood, “She’s here to win back Xin Jun, isn’t she? Oh, I knew it. Such a decent young man, the girl must regret letting him go–”

“No, no,”

Song Tan quickly stopped the enthusiastic Wu Lan, “Teacher Xin isn’t interested! Mom, don’t matchmake; Xin Jun has already asked Qiaoqiao to bring his lunch upstairs.”

Oh?

Separated so firmly that they don’t even meet after breaking up?

Wu Lan took a careful look at Wa Qianqian, then concluded somewhat biasedly, “The girl has a bitter look on her face as soon as she frowns. Indeed, she doesn’t match our Xin Jun. A good horse doesn’t come back to the same grass; it’s supposed to be like this!”

Xin Jun’s parenting is so good! Wu Lan wished this family education could last ten or eight years!

Then she hurried off to the kitchen, “It’s a shame for our Xin Jun, I’ll scoop out some extra good stuff for him at lunch!”

Song Tan didn’t stop her, just glanced at the neatly arranged cups with tea leaves on the big coffee table in the living room, and several large thermoses…

Well, there’s no rush for the tea.

Then, taking a look at the neatly stacked paper bowls on the other side with the glistening and thick Tremella soup, though with few actual Tremellas, she felt largely satisfied.

It was not yet eleven o’clock, still some time before lunch at twelve o’clock.

So… it wouldn’t be too much to ask everybody to chip in for the Tremella soup before lunch, right?

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