Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1132 - 1108. Passing Security Check

At around five o’clock in the winter evening, the night quietly crept in. While many people had already returned home to enjoy a bowl of hot, steaming Laba porridge, the high-speed train station was still bustling with noise and activity.

The bus parked by the roadside, and a group of more than a dozen people disembarked one after another, carrying large bags, holding onto bags, and pulling suitcases, their expressions full of melancholy.

"Actually, my ticket is for the evening. I could have stayed for dinner at this time..."

"I didn’t even take a proper photo with Teacher Qiao today..."

"I don’t have a job, so why can’t I just shamelessly stay in the mountains?"

"I really didn’t expect Qiaoqiao to prepare such a big gift pack for us..."

"Wait a minute, will these things be able to pass the security check?"

"They should... high-speed trains should allow it... planes, I’m not sure..."

"No worries, there’s no airport here, so I bought a high-speed train ticket."

Everyone chatted as they pulled their luggage and walked into the high-speed train station.

There weren’t many people rushing to get in at this time. One security officer stood checking people, and another was staring at the computer screen. When a pile of things appeared on the screen, he was taken aback.

But it wasn’t anything unusual. What luggage items haven’t security officers scanned? When people return home for the Spring Festival, eggs, sesame oil, sausages, and pork can all be crammed in, so he’s used to it.

The bags were all filled with vegetables and fruits and the like... Tsk, these young people, why bring so many things from a distance as if tofu is priced like meat?

The suitcase had already come out of the machine, and at the moment it fell, a young man quickly picked it up and gently placed it on the ground, fearing anything inside might get damaged.

And then came the second piece of luggage—

Hey? How is this box also filled with fruits and vegetables? And looking at the colorful images on the screen, the variety and configuration are exactly the same.

The security officer looked up at the two of them, speculating they might belong to the same family.

Until the third middle-aged man put down his backpack to squeeze into the security machine and, holding a plastic bag in his hand, asked:

"Do I need to put this watermelon in too?"

Security Officer: ...

"It needs to go in."

The other party then carefully placed the watermelon gently onto the conveyor belt, quickly coming to the other side to keep an eye on it.

As soon as the bag emerged from the security machine, he caught it in one swift motion, fearing that his watermelon might roll off.

The two security officers: ...

When the fourth person queued up, the backpack similarly contained cucumbers, tomatoes, watermelons, and the plastic bag was filled with radishes and cabbages...

Even if you are a family, aren’t these items a bit too uniform?

People carrying sauces and sausages can say it’s for a taste of home, but these vegetables and fruits, where on earth can’t you buy them nowadays?

The security officer couldn’t hold back and seeing that they didn’t seem rushed, clustered there waiting, he asked:

"Why are you bringing so many vegetables?"

At this question, everyone exchanged glances, then simultaneously revealed satisfied and proud smiles:

"Right? Our vegetables are fresh, aren’t they?"

"They must be fresh. If we mail them back, it’d take a day and a night. I can bring them back myself in a few hours and have them for lunch tomorrow."

"You’re just taking a two-hour high-speed train, what are you talking about? Right now, I’m worried I won’t be able to resist eating them on the train, which is a seven or eight-hour ride for me!"

"Exactly, we’ve got to resist. If you eat it, and everyone on the train smells it, they’ll end up craving it. That’s not cool!"

"No way, no way, we’ve got to hold back. That meal I had today was incredibly satisfying, but my family didn’t get a bite, and they’ve sent me a dozen messages asking me to hold back."

Their answers were all over the place, and the security officer, looking at the fifth and sixth luggage cases and plastic bags, had already become numb to the standard contents inside.

Security Officer: ...

Finally, the sixth person passing through security, a kind-hearted soul with a complex expression, explained:

"We went to play at a family farm. These are their specialties, very difficult to get normally, and they taste wonderful, so everyone is being careful bringing them home."

The speaker was Ding Ning, who was there on a business trip.

While she received her luggage, her phone rang a few more times, considering the continuous exchanges with the company on the bus, it was expected to be similar talk.

However, the other party stuck firm to their conditions, implying they could sign or not, holding all the initiative. The company was reluctant to spend so much, so they could only negotiate repeatedly with her, their employee.

ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh.

Working class, such a hard life.

If it weren’t for the delicious food to soothe the soul...

Ding Ning’s parents were back in her hometown, and she was striving in the big city alone. Once she is full, her whole family is fine, so she didn’t have to deliberately restrain herself from eating the things she had.

Spotting her two colleagues still trailing at the back in line, she casually opened a small box in the plastic bag and picked out a strawberry.

No need to wash, she just popped the bright red strawberry directly into her mouth.

With the first bite, a rich sweet fragrance quickly spread, startling nearby onlookers who rapidly stepped back:

"Ah ah ah, why did you eat it just like that!"

"Darn, with such a lovely aroma, how am I supposed to resist?"

Even the security officer subconsciously twitched his nose—it’s really fragrant!

He instinctively glanced over, saliva subtly pooling in his mouth, yet he asked, "Which family farm is it from? I could take my leave and go myself."

It smells so good, taking my kids there to pick strawberries on the weekend should be great. Even if it’s a bit pricey, if they taste good, it’s worth it.

Yet, despite his eager looks, everyone subtly shifted their gaze away, and finally, Five Hundred Years dryly tugged at the corners of his mouth:

"Sorry, it’s not that we don’t want to say, but this farm isn’t open to the public... We won the lottery to get an invitation, so we traveled all this way."

We really can’t casually give away such info, or what if Qiaoqiao’s family gets upset? Or if it opens to the public, people at the scene might buy so much enthusiastically and leave nothing for us.

Huh?

This statement greatly shocked the security officer—"A family farm, requiring a lottery invitation, and traveling all this way?"

He glanced back at the machine, finding it still filled with the same vegetable and fruit configuration. Looking over everyone, he wondered if none of them had jobs?

To his surprise, upon mentioning this, the other party seemed to nod in acknowledgment:

"That’s right! Among a million people, I got picked, even if I live in Beicheng and the high-speed train takes only five hours, I’d still come even if it took over ten hours from Snow City!"

While speaking, everyone also glanced at Ding Ning, who was eating strawberries, as hands couldn’t help but reach into backpacks or bags, rummaging around.

After a while, pulling out a cucumber or a small tomato.

All of a sudden, the security checkpoint was filled with the refreshing and sweet aroma of fruits and vegetables...

It really smells wonderful!

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