Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 474 - Chapter 474 474. To replenish your body_1

Chapter 474: 474. To replenish your body_1 Chapter 474: 474. To replenish your body_1 The price clashes among young people today are a back-and-forth battle, where in the end it’s clear that the thickness of one’s face… *cough*… or rather, the ability to judge quality comes out on top.

Guo Dong returned in a daze, and Song Tan promised her that he would post a message in the brigade’s group chat right away, ensuring that work would start today. As for those customers who were pressing…

Hey, good things are worth waiting for!

And as soon as Guo Dong was out of sight, Song Tan quickly messaged Secretary Xiaozu, “Come quick! How many elderly people in our village are still looking for jobs?”

Secretary Xiaozu swiftly replied with a “Carp flipping over” emoji, “Wait for me!”

Meanwhile, Song Tan switched out of the chat and sent a message to his lifesaver in the distant city, “Weren’t you injured before? This is a medicine prescribed by a famous traditional Chinese doctor in our hometown. It nourishes the kidneys and boosts energy, improves sleep, and enhances the quality of life–take one when you feel like it, and just think of it as nourishing your body.”

“Oh right, no need to chew, just swallow it directly.”

In Imperial City, Lun Chuan: …

Thank you.

Really… how should I put it?

Imagine the other party knocking on the door of an old doctor in the mountain village, whose hair and beard are all white, and as he listens to her explanation while stroking his snowy-white beard, he prescribes the medicine…

Honestly, Lun Chuan was quite moved!

But.

Firstly, he prided himself on being strong and healthy, without any subhealth conditions or occupational diseases, and he didn’t need to nourish his body.

Secondly, had he known earlier that it was medicine and not some special local delicacy, he would have known to swallow it directly, not chew it up.

However, at this moment, all he could do was wipe the sweat from his forehead and then courteously reply with a “Thank you.”

Never mind, he hadn’t set out to save anyone in particular, and now, after months of continual ‘feedings,’ he felt undeservedly indebted. It was time to see what new products were in the store to try.

As for the other things…

It’s not that Lun Chuan wasn’t buying; in fact, he had bought many times before. But now, with only him to consider, he couldn’t possibly hold a giveaway for his readers every month, right?

He was still considering what to do when he placed another order, but then the doorbell rang–Lun Jing had arrived.

“Achuan,” Lun Jing came in carrying a big bag, “stop sending stuff to my place! My apartment is only a little over fifty square meters; I can’t fit all this.”

Lun Chuan thought for a moment, “Didn’t you just sign a lease on a new place? Mom, you should take some time, get it renovated, and move in.”

“That won’t do.”

Lun Jing flatly refused, “There’s a model squad in our neighborhood practicing catwalk in cheongsams, and I just signed up–I’m telling you, it’s a good thing I had those few pounds of tea leaves. This model group is so popular. Without any experience, they wanted to put me in the square dancing group at first.”

The square dancing community is divided into many genres: there are those who dance senior-style, those who go for a younger vibe, those who practice the model’s walk, and even those who specialize in fan dancing…

In short, there’s a wide variety, and it has even given rise to some peculiar hierarchies of disdain.

Lun Chuan didn’t quite understand, but seeing Lun Jing progressively getting more passionate was enough for him.

“Besides, what’s the point of buying a new apartment out of the blue? I can’t be moving around all the time. I’ve already looked into it; there’s only one boutique supermarket in that area and everything’s so expensive. Just rent it out; I’m too lazy to deal with it and don’t have the time.”

She went on and on, the few fine lines at the corners of her eyes coming to life with her expressions. Her wavy, jet-black hair hung down, softly brushing the golden pearl earring on her ear, which seemed inexplicably tender.

As Lun Chuan watched her, he suddenly felt that something was different–

And as Lun Jing continued to speak, the vivacity and pride in her voice began to surface, “Anyone can do square dancing, but model walking requires selection, and I definitely can’t give that up! I just brought over a small box of tea leaves, saying the practice was too exhausting, to cool everyone down a bit.”

“Here we go!”

“I’m heading in!”

She puffed out her chest and lifted her head, “You see, my temperament has improved a lot, hasn’t it?”

As she spoke, she began pulling out an array of ingredients from her bag:

“I’ll tell you, that fifty-some square meters was perfectly fine for me alone. But lately, since I’ve been practicing, I bought a large mirror and cleared a space in the living room… I don’t even know how I’ve accumulated so much stuff over the years, and now the house is nearly overflowing… Here, here, these are some ingredients gifted by others, I usually just eat near work on weekdays, and on weekends, I go out with the sisters from the modeling team, really don’t have time to put things away–you love cooking, right? They’re all yours.”

Lun Chuan raised an eyebrow and then looked at the pile of things she had taken out.

Salted grassland lamb, Jinhua ham, imported snowflake steak, cordyceps, and even two boxes of bird’s nest…

This wasn’t the kind of gift that a square-dancing auntie would normally exchange.

Lun Chuan gazed at the pile of items, and for a moment, seemed to understand the change in Lun Jing.

Meanwhile, she prattled on:

“Tell me, what’s the appeal of this bird’s nest? Honestly, it’s not even as good as those white fungus you send home. I stew them every day in the health pot, my skin has become so silky–you see my face? They all ask me where I’ve had cosmetic procedures done, haha! What cosmetic procedures, I haven’t had any.”

“People, after all, need to nourish themselves with food…”

As she spoke cheerfully, Lun Chuan quietly listened. Once he had put away the pile of items in front of him, he suddenly asked:

“Mom, how do you address him?”

“Him, his name is Zhang Jianrong,” Lun Jing blurted out.

The next moment, her cheeks reddened, and she cleared her throat, “Well, Achuan, don’t get the wrong idea, this isn’t someone I met through the dance team–do you remember when you were in the hospital, the person from the next room who came asking for dumplings? That’s him.”

“And it’s not like we have any special relationship… it’s just… it’s just…”

“You used to send so many things to my place, and I don’t have that many close friends to give them to, so how much can I give away? Just so happens he called to offer me things… like that ham last time, it was also from him… Why did he give such a big piece of ham? Now we have another large chunk, and the two of us have such small appetites, it’ll take years to finish…”

Seeing Lun Jing’s cheeks turning even redder and her ramblings becoming more frequent, Lun Chuan quickly interrupted her:

“Mom, you don’t need to explain it to me–you’ve shouldered everything by yourself all these years. Now that you have a new life, as long as you’re happy, anything goes.”

Many years ago, Lun Jing was actually a very traditional woman.

This wasn’t her fault.

The education she received and the perceptions brought by her surroundings told her that was just the way it was.

If a man had an affair, it was because the woman was no good, not doing things right, unable to hold on to him.

So, no matter how stubborn and strong-willed she seemed, getting a divorce wasn’t that simple for her.

If Zhou Yongzhi hadn’t gotten fed up with the malnourished and panting Lun Jing during her pregnancy, so pale and out of breath, and hadn’t confronted her with his mistress…

She might have needed much more suffering before she could break away completely.

Or perhaps, she would have endured silently for the rest of her life.

So now, with his dark brown eyes passed down from Lun Jing, the dense lashes dropped, casting a gentle shadow:

“Mom, as long as you think it’s good, making friends or dating, even getting married is all right.”

“As long as you think it’s good.”

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