Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 677 - Chapter 677 How come there is no promotion_1

Chapter 677: How come there is no promotion?_1 Chapter 677: How come there is no promotion?_1 Master Qian, nursing a hefty grudge, sat there and clanked through a bowl of crispy rice stir-fry.

After a moment of thought, still feeling the irritation coursing through him, he went and grabbed two pieces of rice cake.

Still not feeling comfortable, he filled himself a bowl of rice porridge. Halfway through the porridge, he still couldn’t suppress the anger inside, turned around, and took a tea egg to peel and eat.

Not until he placed his empty bowl back did he sit down with a darkened expression, his gaze fixed on his apprentice, who had just served himself a second bowl of stir-fried rice, his look inexplicable.

The apprentice, who was engulfed in eating his rice, looked up confusedly with his mouth full, his words muffled:

“Master, what’s wrong?”

What’s wrong?!

The more Master Qian thought about it, the angrier he became, unable to help but huff:

“Look at you! All you do is eat! And you’re having two bowls!”

He felt even one bowl was hard to stomach!

No sooner had he spoken than Seventh Uncle emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of porridge. He cast a self-satisfied glance at old Master Qian and then leisurely began eating with a spoon, bite by bite.

Finding perhaps the flavors lacking, he called out to Qiaoqiao:

“Come here, Qiaoqiao, bring over the garlic mashed salted duck eggs for your master.”

Qiaoqiao had just sent Big White back and was washing his hands in the courtyard when he heard his master’s instruction, so he immediately responded:

“Coming right up!”

That garlic mash with duck egg was made from newly pulled purple single-cloved garlic from the field, minced fine, served with Song Tan’s own small ducks’ eggs, marinated in yellow clay until oily, and then the yolk was mixed with the garlic mash…

Tsk tsk tsk, a golden bowl, and with one bite, the unique spiciness of the garlic mixed with the slightly salty egg yolk created a perfect texture; sandy, soft, and crunchy. It was so delicious with the porridge that you could eat a big bowl!

If served with a bowl of noodles…

Tsk.

Seventh Uncle thought to himself: Next year… no, this year, I’ve got to plant two more acres of wheat.

…

The difference in Qiaoqiao was obvious at a glance.

Yet, when he enthusiastically took the bowl of garlic mash out of the fridge and presented it to Old Song, Qian Tianfu still harbored a bellyful of frustration.

At that moment, he could only bitterly say: “Look at you, Old Song, hoarding such good stuff over here and not breathing a word of it to anyone!”

“How have I not said anything?”

Seventh Uncle, who had practiced falsetto for a long time, spoke with a distinctive whine, “Our family has never hidden it.”

“Oh, Qian, sorry about that! I forgot you’re old and don’t go online. Look at my apprentice; he has millions of fans online. If that’s not promoting, what is?”

In actuality, there weren’t that many followers, but bragging is all about the posture.

Seventh Uncle said it with such conviction that Qian Tianfu believed it. He felt even more out of sorts:

“But you… you never mentioned a thing to me!”

Seventh Uncle raised his voice: “What about you? I’ve never seen you mention a thing about being the head chef at a restaurant, either!”

As Qiaoqiao held the bowl of garlic mash and looked around, curiosity struck him: “But… haven’t you two not seen each other for decades?”

“Is that the same?” Qian Tianfu snapped back, “It’s not like we don’t have phones!”

Seventh Uncle also chimed in: “Is that the same? I left humiliated, and he was a head chef!”

Qian Tianfu retorted, “Pah! It was you who lost heart and didn’t want to work! Let me tell you, I’ve figured it out: Lefu Restaurant deliberately got rid of us back then!”

“You haven’t done much better. Lefu Restaurant has changed to Youranju Ecological Vegetable Garden, and you haven’t done anything about it, even though it’s right across from you!”

Seventh Uncle isn’t one to socialize, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t paying attention. After they left, the original Lefu Restaurant was naturally renamed Yan Baowei International Hall, and later, under the tide of political changes, it returned to a low profile, transforming into Youranju Ecological Vegetable Garden…

The two exchanged glances and, huffing with displeasure, sat back down.

Seventh Uncle thought for a moment, scooped up a big spoonful of garlic paste duck egg and mixed it with his porridge, slurping it down in two mouthfuls. Then he sighed at Song Tan:

“That’s Old Qian for you, now a head chef at Changleju. Don’t be fooled by his ordinary appearance; Changleju is a restaurant decades old, and with his culinary skills, he’s managed to draw even with the fancy ecological garden across the street… Song Tan, tell Qiaoqiao to learn a thing or two from him properly.”

Meanwhile, Qian Tianfu was also speaking to his apprentice Wang Xiaoshun:

“That’s Old Song, Song Youliang. Don’t look at him not having worked for decades; his skill in cooking rustic farmhouse dishes is unmatched! I myself am better at cooking lavish meals… Now that you’re here, you should stick close to him and learn.”

Wang Xiaoshun looked up, meeting the equally puzzled gaze of Qiaoqiao, who smiled at him:

“Brother Xiaoshun, do you want to eat garlic paste too?”

Wang Xiaoshun: … He had practiced hard before coming here, ready to show his rival what he was made of!

His master had said that he was a formidable rival!

Damn, he was lovable!

…

Logically, with the atmosphere as it was, the two old pals should’ve greeted each other with a smile that would put an end to past grievances.

But in reality, the two men, both over fifty, sat facing each other without a word, their expressions somewhat peculiar.

Everyone: …

Song Tan was about to say something–like how she’d welcome a chef who isn’t short of money and should think of ways to charm him into staying.

So, according to tradition, should they offer watermelon or chilled herbal tea first?

Before she could decide, Wu Lan’s phone rang.

On the other end of the phone, the loud voice of the construction team leader was heard:

“Big sister, you’ve got to come and see, the food cooked today is truly inedible!”

What?!

Wu Lan’s eyebrows shot up: “This Zhai Xiao’e, she was crying to me last night, promising she could do a good job, and now she’s causing trouble first thing in the morning?!”

Turning her head, she then said to Song Sancheng: “You wait here, let me clear up the mess on the mountain first, and then we’ll go back to town to continue your driving lessons!”

Song Sancheng frowned: “How about I go…”

“What are you going to do?!” Wu Lan cut him off: “You’ve never won an argument, let alone a fight. Shall we see you throw a punch? I’ll handle it!”

She grabbed a straw hat, placed it on her head, and with her fighting spirit surging, strode toward the mountain.

Song Tan followed without a word, saying as she went: “Seventh Uncle, please take good care of Chef Qian for now; I’ll make arrangements when I get back!”

Seeing the two most formidable women in the house head up the mountain, Qiaoqiao paused blankly for a moment, then set aside her bowl of garlic paste:

“I’m going too!”

The rest of the people in the courtyard exchanged looks, along with the four dogs under the veranda and the cats named Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth Wuju staring at each other with big eyes and small.

In the end, it was Qian Tianfu who broke the silence: “Who’s that person they mentioned up on the mountain, what’s the story there?”

Seventh Uncle’s expression suddenly became odd: “…That’s just the person temporarily filling your position.”

Qian Tianfu: …

!!!

He too suddenly surged with a fierce will to fight, gesturing grandly: “Xiaoshun, let’s go!”