Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 915 - 897. How’s the effect?

Chapter 915: 897. How’s the effect?

Professor Song’s dormitory was even bigger.

square meters, two bedrooms and a living room, although it looks empty now, the layout is quite regular. Despite the cold weather, the sunlight was good, and Teacher Tang’s grandmother took a liking to it at first sight:

"Oh, this is great! I’ve seen so many new homes and furnishings online lately, and I’ve been worrying about not having a place to show them off."

The old couple lived in an older neighborhood, where the location and area were fine, but the house layout was too outdated.

The house type was also old-fashioned, and let’s not even talk about the renovation. To renovate would mean disturbing the peace after so many years of living there, which they did not want to do.

But without renovating, they were itching to try something new after seeing all the different styles on the internet for the younger generations.

Plus, the couple had worked hard, but the reality was that making an atomic bomb wasn’t as profitable as selling tea eggs; they didn’t really have that much money. It wasn’t practical for them to just pull out the money and buy another apartment.

Now it was perfect, with a semi-finished room that only had the floors laid, water and electricity fitted, and walls painted white, exactly suitable for the grandmother’s mentality of not wanting to make major renovations but still being able to switch decorations freely according to style.

Whether she was genuinely happy or just savvy, Song Tan was extremely satisfied. At this moment, she confidently promised:

"Whatever furniture and decoration you want to buy, just tell me, and we will pay for it! Once it’s delivered, I’ll go to the town to bring it back, and you don’t have to worry about installation either. With so many young lads around, there will always be a way to get it done!"

With Professor Song’s qualifications, wherever she went, people would take good care of her! Staying in this basic room was already going easy on her.

And the things that Song Tan said, Professor Song also took in stride—despite his seeming simplicity going up and down the mountains every day, he knew that nowadays, research inevitably involved finances.

To get funding, what scenes hadn’t he seen?

Now he didn’t stand on ceremony: "Good! I’ll let your grandmother Tang arrange it! You just make sure the food is good!"

Of course!

So Qiaoqiao exclaimed: "Today I want to make sautéed chicken with tea oil! I’m going to head back first."

Professor Song was momentarily stunned, then overjoyed, and quickly said with urgency: "Did your family slaughter a chicken?"

Song Tan followed at an unhurried pace:

"Mhm, we did, bought a local chicken."

Professor Song: ...

His face fell with disappointment, and his steps slowed as he said to Teacher Tang’s grandmother: "You don’t know, their pigs and chickens, so full of life, look so delicious! I’ve been thinking about it for a long time!"

As a well-maintained old lady, Teacher Tang’s grandmother replied with restraint: "How would I not know? I have tasted the honey, tremella, and tea leaves you sent back, I have a good sense."

Song Tan smiled: "It’s not that we don’t want to kill a chicken, it’s just that they are all still small now, we’d better focus on them laying eggs first— we’ll have stir-fried chicken eggs with chili for lunch, can Teacher Tang’s grandmother eat spicy?"

Teacher Tang’s grandmother smiled gently: "My ancestral home is in Sichuan—I’m okay with spicy. But Old Song, he is from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions, and when we were courting, he made me grilled fish with sweet sauce."

Hisss!

The entire Lao Song’s family collectively gasped in shock!

Grilled fish... with sweet sauce! To what ends has Professor Song gone! Heretic! Heretic!

"That was before, I can’t even eat it myself now," Professor Song explained: "You see, when I was back at home, I didn’t eat spicy food seldomly."

Indeed, not to mention anything else, but he could eat stir-fried chicken eggs with peppers while sweating and blowing his nose vigorously.

It was Teacher Tang’s grandmother who looked into the distance at the lush green vegetable garden, pondering aloud at the moment:

"Do your camellia trees still produce tea seed oil? Can it still be used for cooking?"

Xin Jun explained on the side: "Our family’s tea trees grow well, and they produce a lot of seeds—but actually, we didn’t plan to use it for cooking. Both chefs say it’s fine for occasional use, but not so fragrant for long-term cooking."

"We just picked some recently to try making skincare products. This is a little leftover, so we decided to use it for cooking."

"Skincare products?" Grandma Tang, who had put on eyebrow pencil and lipstick before going out, only caught that part: "What kind of skincare products?"

Xin Jun smiled: "It’s a simple formula provided by our village doctor. It might not be refined enough for the face, so we only plan to make a batch of hand cream—Teacher Tang, you know about this too?"

His attitude towards Teacher Tang was particularly respectful. Zhang Yanping took the opportunity to glance over a couple of times, thinking to herself how could he remain so calm when someone came to compete for his job?

Little did she know, Xin Jun didn’t know anything about Go or traditional Chinese painting either!

Herding one sheep is herding, herding two is also herding... Surely Teacher Tang wouldn’t mind an extra auditor, right?

"How could she not know?" Professor Song interrupted: "She’s been into beauty since she was young, always drawing her eyebrows and eyes. She would spend her monthly salary of a few dozen yuan on Bourjois—back in ’82 when she went on a business trip to Beicheng, she spent all our saved foreign exchange coupons and salary in one visit to the duty-free store."

The old man grumbled, clearly holding a deep grudge—he used to smoke when he was young!

As a result, after marrying a pretty wife who dressed up beautifully every day, he had no money left for cigarettes.

If not for the unit’s canteen providing meals, they might have even gone hungry!

The old lady was quite composed, smiling with her lips, her voice cold: "Just say whether you’ve survived or not, will you?"

Professor Song instantly fell silent.

The Lao Song’s Family exchanged glances, unable to suppress the smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths.

But Grandma Tang remained focused, still asking: "How’s that hand cream coming along?"

Zhang Yanping subconsciously touched his face: "It should be... pretty good, I guess?"

He raised his mob boss-like face: "I applied it to my face a few days ago, and although I didn’t see it get much whiter, it feels a lot smoother to the touch."

Grandma Tang twitched her mouth, instinctively stepping back, obviously not willing to touch that face. Instead, she stared at Song Tan with shining eyes: "I wanted to ask just now, your skin looks great! Clear, fair and blushing... are you using your family’s hand cream too?"

Professor Song laughed heartily: "What good fortune are you thinking about? Her face, even in the peak of summer, doesn’t get a bit darker when working in the fields with us—it’s natural! Not like you, who spends all day either applying this powder or that mask on your face."

Song Tan looked at Professor Song with pity: "Old Song, it must have been quite hard for you to find a wife when you were young, huh?"

It hadn’t seemed before that Professor Song talked so much!

But Grandma Tang was not upset: "He’s always had a sharp tongue since he was young—hurry and tell me how that hand cream is?"

Song Tan laughed, pushing Wu Lan, who was silent at her side, forward: "Mom, show Grandma Tang your hand."

Wu Lan stretched out her hand—hardworking hands from rural life, the black from picking tea leaves between the fingers is always indelible, doing daily farm work darkens and roughens the skin on the palms, and the edges of the nails are dull, no matter how Spiritual Energy nourishes, hands cannot achieve the same effects as the face.

But now, she placed both hands side by side, the contrast between the left and right was starkly clear.

The left side remained the old way, dark, rough, and dry.

The right side was noticeably whiter and had a strong luster. If you touched it, the softness felt would be vastly different.

Song Tan boasted: "Look! This comparison photo of just using it as a night hand mask once, will soon appear on our promotional page!"

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