Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 925 - 907. Jerk’s Quotes

Chapter 925: 907. Jerk’s Quotes

Old Zhao got up early in the morning to drive from the urban area to Song Tan’s home. As soon as he got out of the car, he clicked his tongue in admiration:

"I haven’t been here in months, but you’ve gone from a slingshot to a cannon, this road is so comfortable to travel on! It only took me just over an hour from the vegetable market!"

The weather was cold, and when he spoke, he exhaled a puff of white breath, feeling the not-so-warm morning sun and couldn’t help but rub his hands and ask:

"Have you... eaten breakfast yet?"

Song Tan helplessly replied: "The food is in the pot."

He said he was coming to see the Kudzu Root Powder, but here he was at 8 o’clock in the morning, in the dead of winter. What was he really here for? Everyone knew the answer.

"Alright!" Old Zhao scampered into the kitchen.

Sweet potato congee with spicy sour sweet potato stems, plus two salty duck egg and sausage rice balls per person, and breakfast was all set!

According to Granny Tang, the Song family’s breakfast is never about health, it’s mostly starch on starch.

But you can’t help it, it’s so delicious!

For example, at this moment, Old Zhao is holding a big bowl of sweet potato congee, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket, squatting difficultly in the corridor, impatiently stirring with his chopsticks around the edge of the congee:

"Hiss... so hot, so hot... huff huff! Ah, such a delightful aroma!"

After one bite of sweet potato congee, Old Zhao’s eyes lit up as if there were lights inside: "Why don’t you sell these sweet potatoes to me?"

Song Tan was amusing the squirrels on the wall with a dried chestnut.

With winter here, their sparse fur had become thick and dense, vastly improving their gray and inconspicuous looks. Over time, and with a touch of Spiritual Energy, they’ve even become quite adorable.

Five or six of them gathered on top of the wall, their shiny black eyes fixated on the chestnut in Song Tan’s palm, their necks swaying up and down with the chestnut...

Hmm, indeed quite cute.

And on the other end of the wall, a plump orange and white cat was stealthily lying there, its front body flat on the ground while its big butt stuck high in the air!

Its back paws kept pedaling back and forth, ready to sprint, and then it saw the right moment to charge at the group of squirrels!

In an instant, it had one in its mouth!

The squirrels squeaked and scattered in all directions in panic. The one that Daju had in its mouth, however, relaxed instantly, with its limbs and tail drooping loosely, displaying a mood of relaxation.

Song Tan was quite exasperated: "Alright, alright. Daju, don’t keep catching the same one to play with... you switch to that one on the roof now, that one with the bigger tail and bigger butt, easier to bite!"

"Meow." Daju cooed softly, opened its mouth and spit out the squirrel, its paw pressing on the squirrel’s tail.

Zhang Yanping came over with a piece of dry sweet potato, chewing on it for his teeth: "Tsk tsk tsk, it runs, it chases! It has no escape even if it sprouted wings!"

However, the co-star squirrel did not run away, its tail pressed by Daju, its beady eyes looking pitifully and expectantly at Song Tan.

Song Tan, on the other hand, remained unmoved with a heart of iron, but Zhang Yanping couldn’t swallow his dry sweet potato anymore. Now with a fierce expression, he tore half of it with his teeth and reluctantly handed it over to the squirrel:

"Here, here, here! Little guy, is getting caught every day on purpose or what?"

This question was difficult for the squirrel to answer. It just happily held onto the piece of sweet potato, not minding its tail being stepped on.

Since the squirrel didn’t move, Daju also lost interest. Now it let go of its paw and started fighting with its already grown-up child—nobody knew how many oranges they were.

Fur and hair flying all over, cats meowing chaotically, bringing endless laughter to Zhang Yanping as she cackled hysterically, while also sighing, "Qiaoqiao, if they fight again tomorrow morning, you should start a live stream!"

She even thought of a name for it, [The Prince of the Golden Family Rebels, The Supreme Empress Goes to Battle Herself!]

"How’s that, pretty awesome right?" He was smug.

Song Tan found it difficult to comment and could only respond noncommittally: "As long as you’re happy."

Meanwhile, the vegetable vendor Old Zhao, clutching a rice ball, was furiously impotent on the side: "Don’t change the subject, just deal with me! Why aren’t you selling your sweet potatoes?!"

And Qiaoqiao, wrapping her scarf, cautiously glanced at Old Zhao with eyes as clear as a spring:

"Uncle, Teacher Xin said that when someone doesn’t directly answer your question and instead changes the subject, it’s either because they don’t want to answer or they don’t want to bother with you."

Old Zhao: !!! A stab to the heart!

Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh and quickly said: "Qiaoqiao, hurry up to the mountain, Uncle Zhang must be getting anxious."

"Oh oh oh!" Qiaoqiao snapped out of it, now carrying the mission of contributing to the village and to Uncle Zhang; she grabbed both ends of her scarf, tying it with lofty enthusiasm and headed up the mountain with bold strides.

And Song Tan quickly tried to placate Old Zhao—after all, they were both vendors who had shared the market together, right?

He casually said: "There’s no such thing, I’m not ignoring you, I just didn’t know how to say it—I only grew a little bit of sweet potatoes, just enough for my own family to eat."

Ever since Old Zhao started his small store, his business flair had become more casual and confident. His heart had broadened significantly, and he was no longer the petty vendor at the farmers’ market who would sourly eye others’ good business.

Now he huffed: "Then just set aside ten jin for me. I’ll take it home to bake some sweet potatoes, that should be alright, shouldn’t it?"

"Sure, sure, of course! I’d have prepared some for you even if you hadn’t mentioned it."

Song Tan readily promised, without even blinking, then inquired: "Are you really only asking for a thousand or so jin of cabbages and radishes this winter? What’s that amount even good for?"

"Don’t rush me!"

Old Zhao was now a renowned and reputable store owner in the urban area, cherishing his reputation! He said:

"I’ve only tentatively ordered a thousand jin each of radishes and cabbages for now, I’ll decide the exact amount once I’ve tasted them."

"Plus, you used to work a job, you haven’t dealt with rural businesspeople... For a bit of money, they’d dare to put anything in their produce."

"If I say right now how much I’m going to order, and I offer a high price, do you believe that at the time of delivery, they would pull together the crops from their aunts and uncles homes?"

Song Tan would definitely believe it.

"Alright! Don’t worry, there aren’t many people left in the village, and not many who grow radishes and cabbages. When it comes time to collect the harvest, I’ll take you directly to the fields to dig them up."

Even if someone buried some bad ones ahead of time, the color of the soil and the quality of the vegetables would give them away.

At this, Old Zhao finally nodded: "That sounds good... wait, we?! Who else is there?!"

Song Tan nonchalantly replied: "My other business partner, of course!" Naturally, there are also Boss Qian and Boss Wang, as well as several hundred thousand fans and several hundred friends on social media...

But, sigh, winter packaging is too much of a hassle, and the veggies aren’t even mine, so let’s just sell them wholesale!

Tears of bitterness almost flowing, Old Zhao lamented: "There are only a few people in your village who grow vegetables, how much produce can they have when combined? And you actually found two more people to come and buy?!"

Song Tan sighed, sounding as flippant as a playboy: "I didn’t want to, but he offered way too much!"