Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 984 - 964. I’ve overeaten.

Chapter 984: 964. I’ve overeaten.

To be honest, dried sweet potatoes are tough to chew, hard to bite, and even harder to tear apart, but they’re just so delicious!

That’s why, even though Yu Yan couldn’t stop herself from drooling while eating them, she still didn’t give up. For someone who pays so much attention to her refined image to be unable to resist, it was only natural that the others were completely stuffed beyond belief!

In the end, it was Wu Lan who got scared: "Stop eating, stop eating, or you’ll really make yourselves sick later!"

She hurriedly started clearing the plates while calling out to Song Tan: "Tantan, hurry up, take them for a walk up the mountain, get them moving a bit. We’ll have lunch a bit later!"

Song Tan nodded in agreement, feeling it was necessary, especially since Yu Yan—who was wearing a form-fitting cashmere sweater—now had a stomach visibly bulging from all the food she had eaten.

"Let’s go!"

She quickly put on a down jacket (though she didn’t feel cold, it was one of those things a mom would insist you wear): "It’s no good staying cooped up inside all day. Let’s go up and take in some of that fresh mountain air."

Everyone reluctantly got up and followed her out the door.

Seeing that Yu Yan was about to bring her microphone, Song Tan couldn’t help but advise her: "Don’t bring it. I’ve seen your public account reports before; they’re not the type to do serious formal interviews."

"Since that’s the case, let’s all relax. Just take some pictures of the mountain scenery and enjoy the food and drinks... That way, people will probably enjoy it more. Plus, we won’t be overhyped and end up attracting unnecessary negativity."

Yu Yan thought about it—at 20 yuan per pound, for someone who hadn’t tasted their food, it could indeed backfire.

Now, she looked at Lao Song’s family as if there were a halo over them and, without a second thought, put the microphone back. But her assistant, folding up a lightweight reflector and carrying it on his shoulder, stuffed the microphone into his pocket. When he noticed Yu Yan looking over, he even chuckled:

"I’m just worried we might need it for close-up shots later."

And so, the only person burdened in the group was the cameraman lugging his camera.

Thankfully, for someone whose livelihood depended on his gear, there was no way he’d leave it behind. Panting heavily, he followed Song Tan up the path behind the mountain and couldn’t help but exclaim:

"The countryside scenery is beautiful, but farm work sure isn’t easy! Just walking this far for weeding and planting every day must be exhausting..."

"Ah."

Song Tan opened her mouth, deliberated for a moment, and then cautiously replied: "Isn’t it possible that we drive up the mountain? Or ride a tricycle? And if worse comes to worst, there’s always a little motorbike."

"As for weeding and planting..."

"We don’t do it ourselves. We’ve always hired help for that because, as you probably know, farm work is really tough."

Cameraman: ... I no longer think farm work is tough; I just think my job is tough.

The group stood on the hillside, turning to look at the whitewashed walls and gray-tiled roof of the large villa nestled discreetly behind the bamboo forest below.

From this distance, everything appeared both tiny and exquisite, exuding the romantic allure of a Jiangnan countryside retreat...

They immediately felt a pang of envy:

"If the rustic life were like this, I could write poetry while picking chrysanthemums too!"

Song Tan burst out laughing: "There’ll be plenty of chances. Next year, when we expand, you’re all welcome to come back and visit. But for today, skipping the tricycle is for your own good—walking a bit will help speed up digestion."

She mischievously added: "For lunch, there’ll be braised fish cubes with scallions—absolutely delicious! And don’t forget, you probably don’t often get to eat the crispy crust from rice cooked in a traditional farmhouse stove, right? Today’s congee must have given you a taste of that! Whether you pair the crust with some pickled vegetables, dip it in fish soup, or eat it with the tofu fermented from soybeans we grow ourselves..."

"Stop, stop!"

Yu Yan felt her mouth watering uncontrollably. Honestly, over thirty years of life, and she’d never craved anything this much!

She even regretfully glanced at her short boots:

"If I’d known the food here was like this, I would’ve run up and down the hill a couple of laps first."

Wahhh!

At that moment, she deeply regretted cutting back her carb intake to only half a bowl per meal to regain her figure after weaning.

Nothing beats people complimenting your own stuff, and Song Tan was no exception. She even offered a serious suggestion:

"Your short boots have no heel, so you could still run in them. If you’re worried you can’t run fast enough, I could call Da Wang to assist you."

"Da Wang?"

Yu Yan wasn’t ready to admit she was unfit and instead veered into curiosity: "Who’s Da Wang?"

Song Tan pointed to the other side of the mountain:

"Da Wang is a Kangao Dog and the leader of all the dogs in our household. But don’t worry—he’s got a really good temperament and listens well. It’s just that his appearance can be intimidating. Since you recently had a baby, I won’t take you to see him—it’s best not to scare you. Childbirth takes such a toll on the body, and we wouldn’t want anything to affect your recovery."

It was such a simple comment, yet Yu Yan felt incredibly cared for! Look at her—so young, yet so thoughtful. How touching!

But the more Song Tan said this, the more curious Yu Yan became:

"I’m not afraid of dogs. When I was little, I even wanted to have one. I once interviewed a boss who owned an Alaska. If they didn’t turn on the air conditioning for it in summer, it would just lie there and silently weep—it was so funny..."

The cameraman couldn’t help but join in: "My kid loves cats. I’ve already taken plenty of shots of your cats today. These days, adorable pets and food make for hot topics—if your brother doesn’t want to be on camera, these cats will definitely do the trick, right?"

"No problem," said Song Tan casually. "Our dogs can be on camera too—they’re all legally registered, and we’ve sorted out all the proper documents. Take Da Wang, for instance—his original owner couldn’t afford to take care of him, so they asked us to, and we even have a few retired service dogs at home!"

Wow, what fantastic material!

The cameraman perked up, eyes sparkling: "Where are they? Where are they?"

"No rush." Song Tan, selling the suspense, remained calm: "They’re probably grazing on the riverbank fields right now. There’s a lot of cattle and sheep there, and it smells pretty strong. You’ve all just eaten, so it’s better to take a walk up the mountain first—look! That plant over there also belongs to us. Inside, there are several production lines. Although it’s pretty small-scale, everything conforms to standards."

Yu Yan was intrigued: "But I’ve heard you only came back to your hometown at the beginning of this year. In just a few months, you’ve built a villa at home, constructed a factory, and have all this land... You’ve been moving at an incredible pace!"

"I’m very curious—while the quality of your products is excellent, it usually takes time for word-of-mouth to build. How did you manage to make such a quick impact?"

"Also, where did your first bucket of gold come from?"

She asked earnestly, and Song Tan looked back at her:

"Yu Yan, you should go back and ask your mom!"

"Because anyone who comes to our fishpond to buy fish and is willing to spend so much must have first tried our vegetables."

"And our first bucket of gold came from selling wild vegetables at the farmer’s market."