Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 917 - 899. Pink and delicate

Chapter 917: 899. Pink and delicate

On the first day of Grandma Tang’s visit, since the mountain house was not yet ready, Lao Song’s family cleared out the second floor for the couple to stay.

The old lady didn’t pick on anything—despite loving beauty, she had endured hardships and didn’t care where she stayed at all.

This moment, waking up early, she hurriedly pulled off a pair of gloves and then glanced at her tender and smooth palms, feeling utterly delighted!

Although they were still a bit oily, after wiping them with a damp towel, her palms visibly became fairer and softer!

"Very good, very good!" The old lady beamed with joy.

Last night, she applied a greasy hand cream and then put on the work gloves temporarily found by Lao Song’s family, treating them like a hand mask.

Waking up now, the results indeed exceeded expectations!

With no one else in the room, she disregarded appearances and, lifting her foot, she yanked her socks off:

"Aiyo! My feet are also tender and fair!"

Professor Song, just coming out of the bathroom, heard this and chuckled: "Rubbing your smelly feet early in the morning... No matter how old you get, you can’t change your stinky ways of loving beauty just like when you were young!"

Grandma Tang snorted and didn’t pay him any mind. She just pondered: "Ask her how many samples she has made? I want to ask for another one, I’m thinking of using it as a body oil, and also do a facial gua sha massage... I won’t take it for nothing, I’ll promote it on her WeChat Moments in return."

Professor Song shook his head: "You wish. Does Song Tan’s Home stuff even need promotion? They live stream only because Qiaoqiao likes it; they don’t need promotion at all."

Grandma Tang sighed: "Knew it, you old good-for-nothing—later I’ll teach Qiaoqiao chess, I don’t believe she won’t have any good stuff!"

Having said that, she wiped the remaining hand cream off her feet and then started washing up as well.

Really, this mountain life is wonderful. Having gone to bed early last night, she woke up at 6 o’clock today.

While the old lady said this, Professor Song didn’t take it seriously: "You haven’t experienced summer yet. In summer, even though I sleep in the side room on a straw mat, it’s so comfortable! A hundred times better than a heated room!"

Indeed, back then, Song Tan’s cultivation wasn’t that great, and the Spiritual Energy that gathered at night would disperse, quietly nourishing the family members!

The nourishment was silent yet natural, undetectable and just right!

In comparison, during winter, in order to retain heat, the rooms are relatively sealed, which naturally reduces the sensation a little.

But that was enough for the old lady, who even felt her rosy complexion upon waking up early was due to this, and was beaming with joy as she carried the chessboard downstairs.

In the short days of winter, though it seemed the sun had barely started to shed light, it was already 8 o’clock. No one was ceremonious, just casually calling out:

"Breakfast is in the pot in the kitchen, eh!"

In the cold weather, only the pot is safest—didn’t you see Daju leading the kittens (okay, they aren’t kittens now) having already dragged the cardboard box to sleep in the room with the fire? Compared to the dogs, they are truly living the good life!

Of course, most of the time, they have to fend for themselves, turning up their noses at dog food not on the cat’s menu.

Grandma Tang relished this novel experience, her expression quite buoyant.

Strangely, she was supposed to be a guest, and Lao Song’s family should have waited to have breakfast together. Yet, this casual "it’s in the pot" made her feel at home instantly.

It’s a feeling you can discern between negligence and casualness, politeness and being among family.

At this moment, with a smile tugging at her lips, Grandma Tang boldly asked: "What’s for breakfast?"

Wu Lan smiled: "Scallion pancakes with rice porridge; Teacher Tang, does that suit your taste?"

Old Lady put on an act and heaved a sigh: "You guys just never cut back on the diet, carbs on carbs... ah, but it smells so good!"

While muttering, she wandered into the kitchen in her little leather boots. Wu Lan burst into laughter: "Teacher Tang, forget about losing weight at my place! Thinking about it is just wishful thinking!"

Isn’t that the truth!

In the kitchen, Old Lady picked up a still-warm pancake from the pot—the residual heat from the stove slowly toasting it, making the scallion pancake even crispier and its aroma even more intense.

With one bite, the flaky richness was indescribably delicious!

"Hurry up!" Old Lady, still chewing, ordered them unclearly: "It’s too dry, Old Song, pour me a bowl of porridge to go with it!"

With that "go", three small pancakes vanished, and Grandma Tang wanted another bowl of porridge but was swiftly intercepted by Professor Song: "At your age, don’t you know moderation? You usually complain that even one big bun is too much for breakfast, and now you eat this much, are you out of your mind?"

This wife of his, back in her youth, people complained about not getting enough to eat, and there she was worrying about gaining weight. Now, older and older, she’s still the same.

Now, having eaten so much in the morning, Professor Song was all fraught with anxiety.

Right then, Song Tan walked in, couldn’t help but laugh: "No problem, no problem, take a digestive tablet, and then get some exercise—Teacher Tang, are you afraid of dogs? If not, let Qiaoqiao take you to feed the dogs! The lambs over in the meadow are also incredibly cute!"

Teacher Tang took the digestive tablet and started having second thoughts: "I was planning to teach Qiaoqiao Go this morning..."

"That won’t do, that won’t do," Qiaoqiao shook her head: "Teacher Xin said I have to take cultural classes in the morning—I’ve already done a session of morning self-study!"

Actually, it’s just a habit to wake up early at home, too cold to do anything else, so why not study a bit.

Grandma Tang solemnly responded: "Right, right, right! No wonder Old Song says that Xiao Xin has the makings of a good teacher—fine! Then let’s learn a bit after lunch, shall we?"

Eh?

Qiaoqiao hesitated again: "How about the afternoon? I need to take Bear to pollinate at noon."

"What?" Grandma Tang did not understand—take Bear to pollinate? In winter, now? And who is Bear?

Her gaze shifted around and landed on Zhang Yanping, who was bustling about in the courtyard in her slippers:

"Hmm, well, the name does seem to fit quite well."

Suddenly the focus of everyone’s attention, Zhang Yanping: ...Sleep pants, slippers, and a cat in her arms, I’m not causing any trouble, right?

No trouble at all, it’s just that Grandma Tang was getting anxious—not contributing anything, how could she have the nerve to ask for hand cream? After all, they’ve already given her a tube.

Trying to suppress her eager heart, Old Lady awkwardly took off her overcoat and put on the down jacket provided by Wu Lan, the type that wraps down to one’s calves.

Meanwhile, Wu Lan was rambling on: "Oh my, I knew it! This pink size is too small, it fits no one, but then you, Teacher Tang, arrived! Your skin is so fair and you look so stylish, it fits you just perfect!"

Grandma Tang attempted to refuse—the delicate pink would be better suited for the younger ones! But among the family, she was the only one who was 1.6 meters tall, with a slender frame and narrow shoulders!

"Our village is colder than the city, and it’s even colder by the riverside and in the mountains. Isn’t that coat of yours pure wool? It’ll be ruined in no time—better stick with this down jacket, much more practical!"

Wu Lan, on the other hand, was overjoyed—thinking that small pink jacket was doomed to be stuck with her, but now there was someone who could actually wear it!

"You gotta say, brand names are indeed reliable, and the pink color doesn’t look tacky at all, it’s just right... ain’t that right, Teacher Tang?"

Teacher Tang, dressed in the seasonal pink long down jacket, had a complex expression on her face:

"Yes, the brand... it’s quite good, and pink is also nice."