Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1114 - 1090. Aesthetics

The leaders each had their own satisfaction, the villagers their own amazement, while in the kitchen corner, the livestream moved to the wall corner due to being in the way of serving food, had its own different lamentations.

Clearly knowing nobody is watching, the screen was still flooded with comments—

[Okay, okay, before it was people not on camera, now it’s people there, just forgetting the livestream, right!]

[Why don’t you get closer to the dining table! Show me the cooking, why can’t I see the eating!]

[Teacher Qiaoqiao! Teacher Qiaoqiao! Please, send me a student ID! I want to go too!]

[Ahhh put the phone in the kitchen during the feast, I want to eat outside!]

[That stir-fried garlic sprouts with twice-cooked pork, with bean paste added... green garlic sprouts and slightly charred yellow meat, I can’t even imagine how delicious it is, sob sob sob]

[Ahhh, stewed pig’s blood! Stewed pig’s blood! I watched it get out of the pot, trembling...]

[Spinach pork liver soup is truly YYDS! Heavy phone users need this comfort!]

[Stop shouting, they’re going to finish eating soon!]

[Damn, get closer, couldn’t hear them speak at all, ahhh!]

Actually, this time you really can’t blame Qiaoqiao.

He didn’t want this either; originally, his task today was just to do some errands, live stream a bit. Then Secretary Xiaozu suddenly arranged a bunch of tasks for him, if not for going to the greenhouse to pick vegetables, he was then packing things in the kitchen.

Piles of different-sized baskets stacked, Qiaoqiao naturally threw the phone aside.

After all, as the protagonist of the class reunion, he had to entertain his students. Not to mention, wouldn’t offering each friend two strawberries from the greenhouse be no problem?

Taking care of the outstanding class representatives here while neglecting the livestream is quite normal, isn’t it?

And in the kitchen, Wu Lan quietly asked Song Tan: "What if later we need to take photos with the leaders, which dress should I change into?"

This is indeed a good question, truly stumping Song Tan.

Because she pondered over and over, and realized she hadn’t bought any high-end or decent clothes for her family this year!

Gosh! She had thought about this earlier, how did she completely forget again?

Song Tan after much thought could only say with a heavy heart: "I remember I bought you a long down coat two years ago, why don’t you wear that?"

Wu Lan also remembered this, and at the moment bit her lip, saying: "Once today’s busyness is over, tomorrow you take me to the urban area; I need to buy a good outfit for New Year."

Buy, buy, buy! At this moment, Song Tan could only nod, wishing to get a new set immediately.

Looking down at her own apron and sleeve guards, and the random old coat from home, she quickly put her bowl down:

"I’ll go change clothes now!"

Otherwise, if the leaders want to take photos later, how could she possibly go change clothes?

Lun Jing’s spirit lifted: "This matter is perfect for Xiaochuan!"

She presented it like a treasure: "He’s particular, knows how to match; let Xiaochuan coordinate!" frёewebnoѵēl.com

Oh my! After sitting idly for ages, having eaten all the scorched rice, and her stomach already roundly full, finally a use for her son’s skills had been found!

At this moment, Lun Jing pushed unreservedly: "Don’t underestimate that child’s simple attire, many people say he has a good eye... Tantan, why don’t you let your mom try?"

Song Tan had a moment of confusion: try then try, why not directly ask my mom?

But recalling wearing a fluorescent green jacket to a competition and being advised by a judge lady, she decisively nodded:

"Alright!"

She admitted she had aesthetic sense, but perhaps from being rough for too long, that sense wasn’t much.

...

When Wu Lan put down her bowl, actually people inside and outside the courtyard had mostly finished eating.

After all, no family dinner had been like this, turning into a wild feast with no time even for talking or drinking.

Now quite a few held their stomachs sitting there, or had already begun strolling outside the courtyard...

A few fellow villagers helping out came over: "Wu Lan! Hey! From far away, I heard your Sancheng saying photos will be taken later... why are you still wearing this?"

"Exactly! Hurry up, we’ll clean up the tables outside, you go freshen up yourself."

"Quick, quick, wear something bright! Once the photo is taken and enlarged to hang on the wall, wouldn’t it be nice!"

Wu Lan didn’t decline: "Yes, yes, that’s what I was thinking too, I even saw those frames sold on Douyin the other day... I’ll leave it to you guys, let me go change clothes first."

Once she left, Lun Jing quickly dashed towards the living room and grabbed Lun Chuan, who was sitting listening to someone say something:

"Quick, Xiaochuan, you and Tantan go together, help Aunt Wu Lan pick clothes."

Lun Chuan: ???

He was baffled, but Song Tan had already come to call him:

"Come, come, help me pick clothes for my mom, she wants to take photos with the leaders later..."

Song Tan’s gaze moved from Lun Chuan’s white sneakers to the cashmere pants, and then to the cashmere shirt...

Then glanced at herself... oh well, better not look!

She directly took him into the bedroom: "Mom, first take out your down coats for Lun Chuan to see."

Her instructions were obvious, Lun Chuan however seemed contemplative — It felt like after coming to this house, Song Tan went from being polite to treating him as closer family?

But at the moment...

Lun Chuan glanced at the bed spread with earthy yellow, treasure blue, gray, black, and red down coats; truly unable to comment on these not-sure-how-many-years-old styles, and how dated they seemed.

Plus Aunt Wu Lan wasn’t tall, slightly chubby, and these down coats looked bulky, making flaws likely to be accentuated.

"Auntie, do you have a coat? Or Song Tan, do you have a loose coat?"

One sentence successfully motivated the two women to rummage through the boxes.

But Lun Chuan asked again: "Taking a family portrait? Or photos with the leaders?"

Song Tan, racking her brains about her own old clothes, nodded: "Photos with the leaders; my parents want to have them printed out large to hang on the wall."

For this, Lun Chuan found it hard to comment — Officialdom is uncertain, often has those who fall from power, enlarging and posting them would it not hold up over the years?

He thought then said: "Aunt, as I see it, besides the media we hired, we also have our own photography equipment today. Plus, there’s a drone, why don’t you just take a simple group photo with the leaders, and later make a display to put on the living room table?"

While speaking, he looked at the newly-piled sweaters on the bed, and the clearly many-years-old-styled coat — thankfully, it seemed to be bought in youth, still very new.

He swapped to another suggestion: "As for enlarging to hang on the wall, why not take a good family photo today with all the equipment — let my mom do simple makeup for you, I’ll help you choose a stylish outfit, how does that sound?"

These words practically opened a new world for Wu Lan!

Indeed! Why not enlarge a family photo for the wall? Should have been done when moving to this house!

She immediately surged with 800 times more energy than before:

"Good! I’ll listen to you!"

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