Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 981 - 961. Plosive

Chapter 981: 961. Plosive

The cameraman described the watermelon incident, and everyone burst into laughter!

Yu Yan asked him, "So, you didn’t buy it in the end?"

The cameraman sighed, "Don’t even mention it. I casually said something, and my kid countered with: ’Dad, you eat lunch at home every day, and Mom can’t even get any watermelon!’"

The cameraman was speechless: ... Wait, your own dad eating lunch is somehow causing problems?

Brother Li laughed heartily, "Well, it’s not the kid’s fault—it’s you disrupting someone’s chance to grab stuff!"

Having worked together for so many years, people knew the cameraman had this quirk about lunch—he’d rather starve if he was busy, but if he ate, he’d take over an hour!

He didn’t show this side to outsiders but was completely chatty at home with his wife, talking non-stop and getting emotional. Even with a kid who’s six or seven years old, he still acts all mushy!

Yu Yan listened and suddenly got hungry herself. "When my child was half a year old, my mom once made me fish soup. She said she bought the fish from someone’s pond—outrageously expensive at 40 per jin! And it was just local crucian carp!"

"But I have to admit, it was amazingly fresh and delicious..."

She sighed, recalling how she criticized her mom back then: "Who buys things like that? Just because some neighborhood folks sell it? You trusted them and bought dozens of fish just because they did!"

And in the end?

She had to admit—it was worth it!

The assistant who had just joined the department this year looked completely baffled: So... she knew the consumption level in Yun City was high, but it’s already reached this point?!

Meanwhile, over at the Song Family home, only Seventh Uncle had gotten up.

His wife was at home busy washing and airing things out. Seventh Uncle swung open the courtyard gate like he owned the place and first checked on the cats in the corner nest. Unable to resist, he crouched down for some pets before glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Then, he softly raised his voice:

"Oh, my little darlings, is the fire-room door closed? Are you cold? Don’t worry, I’ll light the fire in a bit... How about a little dried fish snack?"

The last few words were practically magic. The aloof cats immediately turned into fluff balls, their voices soft and sweet, tails upright and swaying, bodies arching slightly as they rubbed against his legs and circled around him...

Seventh Uncle’s heart melted.

The next moment, he opened the fire-room door. "Don’t hurry, don’t hurry. I’ll get the fire going first, and then I’ll toast the dried fish again—you know, they don’t stay crispy if left out for too long."

In the little room, the temperature rose quickly once the chimney warmed up. Seventh Uncle carefully counted out five pieces of dried fish, placing them on the stove, before casually heading off to wash rice, prep vegetables, and mix batter...

By the time the rice was simmering and blooming in the pot, people from Lao Song’s family began waking up one by one. Song Sancheng opened the fire-room door and couldn’t help feeling a bit awkward:

"Uncle, I feel so bad—it’s always you helping us with the fire in the mornings..."

They hadn’t asked him to do it, but lately, Seventh Uncle had voluntarily taken over, leaving Song Sancheng feeling guilty.

Seventh Uncle waved it off with a bit of pride, "We’re family—why talk about politeness? It’s just a small matter—oh, by the way, I let the cats in. That’s okay, right?"

Letting the cats in—what could possibly go wrong? Song Sancheng didn’t care. "They’re afraid of the cold. The fire-room’s cozy—it’s fine if they came in..."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "At first, we didn’t let them in because those silly cats kept jumping on the stove board and burned their paws..."

Seventh Uncle nodded knowingly before casually changing the topic again: "Yesterday you said the crew will come to film breakfast. Do you think this setup works?"

Song Sancheng took a look: golden sweet potato porridge, alongside a pan of crispy and fragrant scallion egg pancakes, plus a dish of seasoned shredded radish...

"Perfect! Absolutely great! This is what we usually eat—can’t exactly stew a pot of meat bright and early for them!"

As he said this, he couldn’t help but sigh:

"If I’d known earlier, I would’ve brought back the car—it would’ve looked more impressive on TV..."

At half-past seven, Zhang Yanping stretched while coming downstairs in his pajamas, and Song Tan received a call from the crew, saying they were already on their way to the village.

Just as Zhang Yanping started eating a pancake, Wu Lan couldn’t help but scold him: "Aren’t you going to change into proper clothes? What kind of look is that?"

Zhang Yanping looked confused: What kind of look?

He glanced down at himself—plain, deep blue, fuzzy loungewear, the standard outfit of millions! What’s the problem?

He nodded vaguely as he finished the pancake in a few bites, washed his hands, and started changing clothes—sigh, in the village, going out looking unkempt makes you seem like a loafer. But in urban areas, how many people go around in sleepwear anyway?

When he came back downstairs, he had just reached the staircase landing when he saw a reporter in the living room, dressed particularly meticulously and staring up at him.

For a moment, the reporter’s face went pale.

Yu Yan instinctively stepped back, covered the camera lens, and said, "Don’t shoot this—it won’t pass review!"

She hesitated, then awkwardly smiled at Song Tan. "Um... This person... that you invited... Was it really necessary? I don’t think it is..."

Zhang Yanping: ... He was furious! He’s a decent citizen!!!

Song Tan couldn’t help glancing at Zhang Yanping—huge guy at over six feet tall, muscular at 180 pounds, dark-skinned...

"Ahem," she introduced quietly, "This is my cousin, Zhang Yanping."

After pausing, she added, "Don’t be fooled by his fierce appearance—he’s really nice to me. Graduated from a top university and even stayed in the village to help me..."

Yu Yan’s eyes lit up—"doting brother" stories are trending hot these days! Especially when the guy looks like he could be in a gang—the contrast is fantastic!

She immediately stepped forward. "Mr. Zhang Yanping, could you tell us more about your bond with Song Tan? Did childhood memories drive you to give up your future to help her?"

Zhang Yanping: ... Bond? As a kid, he only spent the summers and holidays in the village, and let’s face it, little boys don’t exactly line up to play with little girls, do they?

As for giving up his future... Come on, who wouldn’t prefer lying around? Why fuss over some grand ambitions?

Still, he wasn’t clueless. Right now, he softened his expression as much as possible, speaking with determination:

"I stayed in the village partly to help her and partly because I believed she would undoubtedly succeed."

"I didn’t give up my future. After all, whether in cities or rural areas, there’s room for achievement everywhere—why assume staying in the village means no accomplishments?"

Yu Yan: ... So positive, so devoid of drama.

Oh well, it doesn’t matter—it’ll be edited later anyway. No audience really cares, and if there’s no drama, so be it.

She finally relaxed, the tension fading, and smiled. "No need to be stiff, everyone. We’ll edit this later anyway, so if something feels off, don’t worry—just act naturally."

The cameraman nodded too: "Exactly, the more natural, the better. We don’t even have a script—it’s just about doing what you normally do."

Wu Lan thought for a bit—normally, wouldn’t they all be having breakfast at this time?

She asked, "So, have you had breakfast yet? Weren’t you going to film that? Come, have a bite with us!"

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