Mentioning corn is another heartbreaking topic.

Song Tan remained silent, really not wanting to hurt others anymore.

Previously, the beef price was a slip of the tongue; the other party had already agreed to a discount, and she had no choice. Now, if she said corn was 20 each, Boss Dafeng might flatten the feed factory overnight and switch to planting corn.

But, little did she expect the person to take it seriously.

The other party asked again, "This corn isn’t ripe yet, is it? Why are you picking it?"

Song Tan sighed, "Although it’s not ripe, it’s still edible and quite tender. I just give it to relatives and friends."

She thought she was being considerate, not mentioning the price, and even telling a white lie.

Who knew that ever since she mentioned the ridiculous price of 200, the boss was convinced she had no experience in farming and livestock.

Now, with those words, the other party instead gave her earnest advice:

"Hey! You shouldn’t do this again. For farming, we need nutrition. If you don’t pick the corn and grind it all together, it’ll be more nutritious and save a lot of money."

That’s over 200 cows, saving a little helps a lot.

"The main thing is, this corn isn’t ripe, and it’s cheap in price. Even if you give it to relatives and friends, it doesn’t show its value."

"If you give out three to five pounds per family, it’s hard for them to handle. Five pounds or less, it’s not even a novelty..."

Corn season is right around the corner, and the street stalls will be full. Who would lack this?

"You see, you young people just don’t know how to give appropriately."

Song Tan: ...

She touched her nose, nodded, and agreed absent-mindedly.

The machine noise was loud, and corn bits were spraying everywhere, so the two quickly retreated to the side, and the boss enthusiastically invited:

"Do you want to see my cows? It would be convenient for me to visit your place too... Actually, I want to expand my scale but worry I can’t handle it. If you have any experience, I’d love to learn from you."

Song Tan felt a rare headache, regretting not bringing Lun Chuan along.

Otherwise, with this boss’s blend of craftiness and sincerity, the other would surely have a way with words that made everyone happy, right?

Unlike her, she relied on her own skills and rarely used her emotional intelligence. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Now it was atrophied, and sincerity defeated her.

But Song Tan really didn’t want to watch.

Historically, gentlemen stayed away from slaughterhouses, avoiding the sight of killing. And the confined space for these cows and sheep—they were in such small enclosures, just standing there every day waiting for feed...

She didn’t want to see it either.

But this was their livelihood; everyone bears different pressures for a living, and she shouldn’t criticize others for not doing well just because she was capable, as that would be even less moral.

In that case, not watching or listening is the best reconciliation.

But now...

Boss Dafeng was full of enthusiasm, and just as Song Tan was about to grit her teeth and refuse, she heard her phone ring.

Thank goodness for the ringing phone!

She quickly answered—

"Sis! Sis! My dad grabbed the package you sent me ahead of time!!!"

On the other end of the line was Xiao Yang’s grievance and fury.

That’s why they say ginger gets spicier with age!

Don’t be fooled by how Mr. Yang casually went to work early in the morning; he had emptied the fridge the night before, clearly determined to get this package.

On his way to work, he didn’t forget to refresh the logistics updates, and seeing the goods had arrived at the closest distribution point, he quickly instructed the butler—

"Go to this point, get the package early, and bring it to my room. Keep it fresh or frozen as needed."

"Keep an eye out, don’t let Xiao Yang notice."

The butler was taken aback: ??? What kind of package is so urgent?

But, being a butler, who doesn’t have a trick or two? Even if it’s tough to collect private shipments with the current logistics pressure, the solution is simple—

A red envelope can pave the way for anything.

You don’t need to run around; just find the SF Express delivery person at their station, verify the identity (easily done, as they brought their household registration book, and it’s just a big box of food, clearly not a valuable item).

Then explain that the family needs to catch a flight and is in a hurry to take it away, issuing a 200-yuan red envelope...

In short, when loading, they saw his package and called immediately to notify.

Perfectly reasonable, lawful, and compliant.

In short, the butler, carrying the heavy box, headed straight up to Mr. Yang’s room via the elevator.

The fridge, emptied and clean the night before, was soon crammed full.

The person, with an empty box, personally tidied up the place, leaving achievements and fame hidden away.

Meanwhile, after finally finishing that giant Lego with Qiaoqiao, Xiao Yang refreshed the logistics updates on a whim, just about to call and ask if the property office had received any packages, when he found—

"Signed for? How could it have been signed for?"

In that instant, it felt like the sky was falling!

Father-son rivalry has always been this way.

Ownership of the items determines who has the advantage.

For instance, if Song Tan sent 3 bottles of sauce and Xiao Yang received the package, he could keep two bottles for himself.

Similarly, if Mr. Yang got the package first, he’d have to beg for his share from his dad...

Xiao Yang was extremely upset!

But this kind of suffering Song Tan couldn’t empathize with.

Because Xiao Yang often asked his parents for money right in front of them, easily getting 50 or 100 thousand.

So she said:

"Isn’t it the same as if you had it? Just ask him for some more. Besides, it’s meant for the family to eat anyway."

No!

Xiao Yang was anxious.

Mr. Yang and his mom were busy with work, and their meals were somewhat irregular, often cooking late at night or having breakfast very early.

But he’s different; he’s a soon-to-be college student with no homework.

Is it normal not to stay up late or sleep in during vacation?

He might not catch supper, and breakfast was even more unlikely.

And his dad, with some steam buns dipped in his sister’s sauce, once ate three buns in one go, using up half a bottle of sauce; a couple of breakfasts could finish it all!

By his turn, what’s left?

It really hurt, really hurt!

Even more absurdly, his dad asked a young assistant around him and directly deleted his fingerprint from the smart lock app, changing the password!

Now he can’t even get into his parents’ room!

Damn it!

The father-son pair was too familiar with each other, thus had deep defenses.

"Sis! Next time, could you not opt for free shipping when you send things? Just make it so that it must be signed for by the person themselves, and have it cash on delivery..."

Yang Zhengxi realized the folly in his words.

Because the property manager in the villa area can still pay cash on delivery.

Ugh!!!

Xiao Yang was extremely downcast: "Sis, maybe I should give you another address? It’s one my mom handled in my name. You could send packages there, and I’ll fetch them..."

The kid’s grievance was plain to see.

Song Tan thought for a while and consoled him, "It’s okay, it’s okay, once things settle down in a couple of days, if there are any fresh corns or anything, I’ll send some more to you in your name, just don’t tell anyone."

As long as it’s kept secret, the family won’t know the logistics details, and you can safely receive it!

Xiao Yang was instantly happy again!

He’s not into fighting for live-stream products these days, but that doesn’t stop him from catching live broadcasts when he can, or watching replays when he can’t.

Including this early morning’s brief broadcast at five.

Now he was lively again: "Is it that 9.9 per corn? Sis, aren’t you losing a lot by selling like this? Maybe I should let my dad buy some? You could price it high."

"No, no." Song Tan quickly refused: "Boss Chang has reserved it, the regular price is 20 each."

Xiao Yang was frustrated—he now equally envied everyone involved in catering.

If his family wasn’t in catering, they could have those things at hand—all taken by his dad.

Humph!

After venting, he thoughtfully passed the phone to Qiaoqiao, and the siblings talked for quite a while before ending the call.

Turning back around, he saw Boss Dafeng standing there, already stupefied for a while.