Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 995 - 975. Where did the family go to eat?

Chapter 995: 975. Where did the family go to eat?

Secretary Xiaozu shook his head: "It’s fine. My grandpas have money. They often subsidize me since their retirement. The rent was paid by them—I just happened to pay it first."

"That’s good then." Wu Lan relaxed and then asked, "For meals, let’s have them eat at the mountain cafeteria. Charging a couple hundred yuan a month is just symbolic."

She sighed: "At their age, saving more for retirement gives peace of mind."

Secretary Xiaozu: ...

She thought, "My grandpas don’t even need us descendants to worry about their retirement."

But what she said was—"A monthly package of ten thousand yuan per family—can they come to our place to eat?"

"That’s not acceptable, not acceptable."

Before Wu Lan spoke, Seventh Uncle cut in first: "Adding ten people all at once, that’s another table. During the time of the pig slaughter feast, when everyone came, it already became too crowded to sit."

Not to mention, cooking for ten more people, his kitchen wouldn’t be able to handle it.

That was indeed an issue. The large dining room at Song Tan’s home could seat up to 30 people. Even during the summer, when Professor Song’s three students along with her grandparents were there, it never felt cramped.

But the problem was, during the year-end, relatives would also come over!

With ten of their own people here, where would they squeeze in--ugh!

She suddenly had an idea: "How about the accompanying family members eat at the cafeteria, while my grandpas stay here to eat? Is that okay?"

Uh, huh?

Wu Lan was stunned.

Even Song Sancheng was puzzled: "Leaving only the family members to eat on the mountain doesn’t seem appropriate, does it?"

"Why not?" Secretary Xiaozu responded, "They’re the younger generation brought out to broaden their horizons. Our mountain meals are not bad at all—not a bit of disgrace."

Well, she thought, selfless and dedicated security guard Brother Xiaodu would bear with it—they could always save him big chunks of meat during the pig slaughter feast!

Since the others had decided this way, Lao Song’s family had accepted quite the supply of her cigarettes, wine, and health supplements this year—they couldn’t exactly say no now.

But Song Sancheng was still muttering: "Your family is really strange. Anywhere else would’ve been fine for showing the younger ones the world; why bring them to the countryside specifically? Can they really broaden their knowledge by watching a pig slaughter?"

Secretary Xiaozu: ... Uh, now how to explain this? She was about to say something, when she saw Wu Lan already displaying an enigmatic expression:

"I get it now. Xiaozu’s family isn’t just ordinary people."

Secretary Xiaozu: Huh? You figured it out just like that? Should’ve not fibbed earlier.

Wu Lan turned towards the baffled Song Sancheng and said:

"Her family must be super rich. You wouldn’t understand—nowadays, kids from wealthy families start doing research trips from elementary school. Locally, they go on provincial trips; with better conditions, they travel domestically; if their circumstances allow, they organize international summer camps."

"Taking them to the countryside to broaden their horizons is nothing unusual—stop making a fuss."

Her analysis was spot on, though her conclusion and evidence were poles apart. Secretary Xiaozu was deeply impressed. Looking at Song Sancheng again, he indeed had that "I get it now" look, nodding thoughtfully:

"I remember where I saw something about research trips... Last night, I was watching that urban immortal cultivation series—wasn’t the male lead killed and reborn during a research trip?"

Secretary Xiaozu: ...

Alright then, forget about researching.

...

In the couple of days that followed, Wu Lan led people back and forth tidying up the dormitories—the cleaning had been consistently handled by village aunties, so it wasn’t too tough. They just needed to organize some new items.

The only quarrel arose over curtain selection, as she didn’t like Song Tan’s choice of double-layer blackout curtains at all...

"Why block the sunlight? It’s so pleasant to bask in the sun."

"We have rods here. I still have some old coarse cloth bedsheets stashed. They’re pretty big—poke a few holes and hang them up, they’ll be bright and sturdy. Thick enough to ward off the chill during winter too."

Song Tan didn’t understand: "Why have curtains that don’t block sunlight at all? If the sun shines in early in the morning, how would anyone sleep?"

This only baffled Wu Lan further: "Do you ever sleep late at home?"

Song Tan was stumped.

She hadn’t! Never!

She’d never had a chance to sleep in! Early nights of phone browsing, late nights of cultivation, dawn running around the mountain, and only three hours of deep sleep in the middle of the night... Waking up each morning refreshed and raring to go!

But Wu Lan found young people’s habit of sleeping in laughable: "It’s winter; there’s nothing going on, it’s cold—you sleep by eight or nine at night, who can sleep all the way until noon? That’s ridiculous."

Summer wasn’t even worth mentioning, given there was naptime then.

But Song Tan really didn’t want to hang bedsheets for curtains, so she struggled to explain: "We’re different. When city people come, there might be some who just want to sleep in, wouldn’t they?"

"How’s that possible?" Wu Lan stood at the dorm window, looking out at another bleak autumn and winter mountain peak, while at the foot was their family’s pond.

"Big White might’ve moved by the river now, but this area’s still his turf. Every morning, he leads that goose to swim two laps in our pond—you’ve seen his voice, haven’t you? When he crows, we can hear it inside. How could anyone sleep through that?"

"Besides, regardless of whether it’s the mountain cafeteria or our place, if they don’t eat according to schedule, there won’t be food left—there’s too many people here, we can’t keep food for everyone. Meals need a set time."

"And people couldn’t sleep through hunger anyway, could they?"

Wu Lan made such convincing points that Song Tan pondered and couldn’t find a retort at all!

After thinking it over, she could only take a step back and humbly concede: "Mom, you’re right. I’ll leave it to you as we handle things."

But now it was Wu Lan who hesitated: "Putting holes in such nice bedsheets to hang them up—it feels like such a waste... Do we absolutely have to use this rod? Can’t we go back to our old ways, pulling a metal wire and using clips to hang things?"

Song Tan was alarmed: "Mom! If the curtains are so shabby, how could I charge people one thousand per month?"

This time, Wu Lan froze: "Oh my goodness, you didn’t remind me we’re charging rent—one thousand is not cheap! Doctor Xiaoguo initially wanted to rent a place in the city; even the old downtown buildings are around one thousand."

She was utterly distressed: "If we’re charging, we can’t be so sloppy... Did you already order those blackout curtains you mentioned? Hurry up!"

She rummaged through the cabinets in a hurry: "Have you bought mattresses yet? I see your family isn’t used to hard wooden boards, so you’d need a few."

Wu Lan’s seamless transition from opposition to resolve was remarkably smooth, leaving Song Tan thoroughly impressed. She joked:

"Buying both mattresses and curtains—what if people just rent for a month and leave? There wouldn’t be any income later."

Though she hadn’t planned on renting, it didn’t stop her from teasing her mother.

The next moment, Wu Lan paused mid-stride before grinning smugly: "Impossible! Don’t just mention our meals; Master Jiang’s cooking on the mountain—let’s talk about whether it’s tasty or not!"

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