Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 736 - Chapter 736 726. Ai Tiao Shipment_1

Chapter 736: 726. Ai Tiao Shipment_1 Chapter 736: 726. Ai Tiao Shipment_1 Wanhe Garden had a few parcels again today.

Opening the door to see the familiar Wind Speed Express delivery guy, Lun Chuan felt a bit surprised and also a bit relieved.

This parcel had come a long time after the last one, especially since he had sent a message when he sent over the white liquor, saying there was no need to send anything more as it was too expensive…

But then, for a whole month, not a single parcel arrived.

Which made Lun Chuan somewhat anxious.

He had even thought to himself, could it be that his refusal was too direct and had hurt the other person’s feelings?

Now, receiving a new parcel once again, he had to admit that he actually felt relieved.

Of course, after a moment’s thought, he felt somewhat helpless–last time, he had specifically sent over a crate of fine liquor to express his gratitude and to suggest that they should stop sending so many nice things.

He helped people out of his own volition and didn’t expect to be repaid like this.

Yet, the other party didn’t reply at all, and even after sending a few bottles of white liquor, there had been no further movement.

The livestream was still going on as usual, and after watching it a few times, Lun Chuan realized it might not be that the other person didn’t want to send anything, but rather that there wasn’t much to sell after the white liquor.

But that was just his own guess, and with the other party out of touch for so long, he was actually a bit disappointed.

Now he could put his mind at rest.

Thinking about it, he chuckled to himself: Had he known it would be like this, it would have been better to simply accept everything graciously. why pretend and say there was no need to send anything more…

And as expected, when he opened the package, it was the Ai Tiao sticks from the recent livestream–ten big, thick sticks.

Lun Chuan couldn’t help but grin: Just how frail would he have to be to use up all these in a year?

Moreover, he considered his physical condition to be quite good; he figured he’d keep two sticks and reseal the rest to give to his mom later.

After all, Lun Jing was currently living it up in the dance troupe, having tried everything from moxibustion and cupping to fire therapy. Her life was colorful, so she would probably love these.

No sooner had he thought this than his phone chimed, signaling a message in the small group chat with his three friends, both of them tagging him–

[He Kuang: Chuan Er, got nothing planned, why don’t we hang out tonight? I’ll buy the meat, Qing Yun will bring scallions and ginger]

Lun Chuan raised an eyebrow, unabashed:

[It’s too hot. I’ll treat you guys to barbecue.]

[Barbecue?!]

The two brothers weren’t having it:

[What’s the atmosphere eating out when we have this kind of relationship? Eating at home is the only way to feel it!]

Lun Chuan: [Last time I was watching TV, some jerk was also pua-ing his own family over the hard work of cooking and then inviting hanger-on friends over… Are you pua-ing or are you the hanger-on friends?]

He Kuang: [?!!!]

Qing Yun: [?!!!]

The two were greatly shaken and replied quickly:

[Chuan Er, there are only the two of us. How much can you cook? Just whip up a couple of dishes, no big deal.]

[Forget it.] Lun Chuan firmly disagreed:

[Last time you guys came over, we didn’t eat due to drinking too much, but once sober, you loitered and wouldn’t leave. I had to cook two pots of rice in the rice cooker, and you’d rather wait for the rice than leave!]

[I can’t afford to host you!]

Not to mention the groceries that were used up.

What would have lasted me 10 to 15 days, you two reincarnations of gluttonous pigs polished off in one sitting!

This time, Lun Chuan couldn’t agree no matter what.

The group chat finally quieted down.

Half an hour later–

Qing Yun: [@Lun Chuan, Look! Bought you an amazing treasure!]

When Lun Chuan clicked on the profile, he fell silent.

The photo showed a supersize electric rice cooker–nothing like the small one at his home!

He Kuang: “Look, the main issue is that your rice cooker is too small. How can you blame us for eating too much? With this rice cooker, one pot is all you need!”

Lun Chuan: …

At this moment, he could only be grateful that all three of them lived in different cities. There was no need for further discussion; he simply clicked the “leave group” button.

In an instant, the group that was now left with only two people ceased to exist, leaving behind only the manic chatting between Qin Yun and He Kuang…

…

That same day Lun Chuan received the Ai Tiao, three fans from the livestream channel also got theirs.

The top contributor, “I Want to Sleep for Another 500 Years,” had long-term insomnia. Hair loss and dark circles were the least of his problems as he was both irritable and despondent…

Unable to endure it any longer, he quit his job and checked into a guest house in the mountains.

But if you were to ask whether his sleep had improved?

It had, but only slightly.

As a result, when he found the “Tian Yuan Memorabilia” live broadcast, he became the most enthusiastic follower.

Moreover, “500 Years” was willing to spend money; whatever the store offered, he would snatch up–perhaps because the products were indeed very good. Consuming and watching them, he managed, in fact, to sleep three to four hours daily over the past six months, and his health had significantly improved.

However, the live broadcast was sometimes so soporific that he could sleep for two or three hours. Other times it was so stimulating that it was honestly not very stable.

If he couldn’t sleep, his stomach would rumble, causing him immense suffering.

So now, having received the Ai Tiao, his first move was to snap a picture and post it on his social circle, closely followed by, without any hesitation, slapping dead the mosquito on his arm–

Everything about this mountain guest house was wonderful except for the fact that if you wanted to ventilate, the striped mosquitoes would squeeze through the window screens.

Just open a door and they’d find any gap to slip through!

What is it? Is my place the only dining hall in the entire mountain?

But with “500 Years'” vigilant defenses, the mosquitoes were still manageable. The real terror came from the booklice that squeezed through the window gaps.

Falling asleep only to be jolted awake by a burning, painful, and itchy sensation on his leg, he had to sit up immediately to apply ointment.

No doubt about it, booklice had crawled over him.

Sigh, everyone says how wonderful the greenery in the mountains is, and the greener it is, the more bugs there are!

Insect repellent sprayed around every now and then isn’t quite enough; he had to light those mosquito coils that could suffocate a person to be effective, and electric mosquito repellent liquids were utterly useless.

Now holding the Ai Tiao, “500 Years” was pondering–Ai Cao is said to repel mosquitoes, so when he did moxibustion later, would it drive all the mosquitoes away?

Ah, wrong! First, he had to get another sleep!

Dear lord! Please let him sleep for eight hours! He’s not asking for much, just eight!

He pressed the lighter, bringing the rapidly rising flame close to one end of the Ai Tiao.

However, as soon as it was lit, the thick smoke from the Ai Cao made him sneeze–

Damn it! No wonder they say this is the newly harvested Ai, with a fierce strength and lots of smoke–the strength he hadn’t felt yet, but the smoke was definitely too intense; it felt like there was no need for mosquito coils anymore.

Saying that Ai Cao can repel mosquitoes, it couldn’t be that the mosquitoes are actually suffocating, could it?

As for where to apply the moxibustion…

Is there even a need to think about it?

With his terrible sleep, the “San Mao acupoint” was undoubtedly the right choice!

This was specifically recommended by a doctor whom the host had consulted for them! The host cares about me in his heart!

Holding onto this excitement and hope, “500 Years” sat on the bed, starting the moxibustion with the large Ai Tiao from the right big toe.

The smoke rose gently upwards, while the heat continued to press downwards. He held his phone in one hand scrolling through videos, and the Ai Tiao in the other…

After about 20 minutes, he moved on to the left toe, mumbling in his mind:

The host had repeatedly reminded them to be well-prepared before doing moxibustion, otherwise falling asleep and causing a fire would be disastrous…

He had even prepared a tall thermos to seal the Ai Tiao in case of emergency.

But having done moxibustion for over 20 minutes, how come he didn’t feel the slightest bit sleepy?