Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1136 - 1112. Cooking

These words immediately cooled down Song Tan.

After all, her dad could really be quite unreliable at times.

Looking distantly, the unreliable middle-aged man was browsing Douyin, blasting the sound as if he wanted the whole world to hear—

[Take a look at this car, all men...]

She silently withdrew her gaze.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Lun Chuan gathered his thoughts and soon the mechanical keyboard emitted a rapid sound. The irregular "click-clack" of the keyboard transformed the scenes in his mind into words.

He was always focused while working, yet during breaks between paragraphs, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to this new place.

The exceptionally fresh air made even breathing feel refreshing, and his smart watch could give him three hours of deep sleep data feedback in the morning. Even here, his sensitive body seemed less fragile.

As for the Song Family’s cuisine, the enthusiastic hosts, and... the very interesting Song Tan.

Qin Yun and He Kuang repeatedly stressed her beauty, but Lun Chuan had been accustomed to such things since childhood, and that wasn’t what caught his attention.

He merely felt that Song Tan gave off a very peculiar impression.

She looked very much like Qiaoqiao.

But Qiaoqiao was an unpolished gem, whose entire persona resembled a quiet, clear stream in the mountains, able to reflect the noisy hearts of adults.

Yet Song Tan was different; her features were bright, but her eyebrows had an extraordinary heroic spirit, thick and dark, already lively without any grooming.

And those eyes.

Her outward personality seemed cunning yet lively, but her eyes clearly spoke of control—over the grass and trees of the countryside, every breath seemingly held in her palm.

This confident sense of control was something Lun Chuan himself never possessed.

Moreover, despite her deep affection for her hometown, for which she was willing to go to great lengths, she mostly seemed indifferent when facing the people and fields of her hometown.

Very contradictory, yet intriguing.

Reflecting back on the girl he had pulled out of the car, he couldn’t recall her face after a while, only the pallor and fragility etched on it, with eyes full of shock and a will to survive.

Along with the unwilling struggle.

Just like his younger self, following Lun Jing around for work, too poor to withstand any wind or rain.

It’s said that between life and death lies great fear, enough to trigger a sweeping transformation...

Is it so?

Snapping back to reality, he noticed the suffix of the Chapter in the screen was actually [Song Tan], which froze him for a moment, then he quickly deleted it.

...

Wu Lan and Lun Jing were gathered, listening to this fashionable peer from the big city introduce cosmetics, while Seventh Uncle counted fewer people at dinner today and couldn’t help but laugh.

But Song Tan still invited Lady Tang: "Teacher Tang, would you like to go shopping with us?"

The old lady reservedly asked: "Are you coming back for lunch?"

"Probably not."

Song Tan thought for a moment: "Leave at nine, arrive in the urban area by ten, shopping for clothes should take until noon. In the afternoon, take Dad to look at cars..."

The old lady didn’t hesitate: "Then I’m not going, I want to eat pork."

Next came Professor Song’s sigh: "You used to say to eat less carbs and fat..."

Last night, while stewing meat, she wielded the chopsticks so deftly! Without a hint of hesitation!

Teacher Tang had her own logic: "I’m old enough now, how does indulging occasionally matter?"

It doesn’t matter much, Song Tan just remembered that she had to eat out at noon, so she hurried into the kitchen to grab a few sweet potatoes and eggs.

Her mom and the others could still eat outside food, but she couldn’t adapt, better bring her own food!

Who knew when she just stepped out of the kitchen she ran into Lun Chuan coming downstairs, who glanced at the preservation bag in Song Tan’s hand and paused, then quickly realized: "For lunch?"

Song Tan nodded heavily.

She just knew Princess Pea would understand.

Lun Chuan glanced at the time on his wrist: "There are twenty minutes left, is it okay to be five minutes late? I’ll make something simple to take along."

Yes, yes, yes! Song Tan had seen Lun Chuan’s cooking skills, so she nodded repeatedly: "Just make for two people, my mom wants to eat hotpot, Qiaoqiao wants to eat Chilli Chicken."

As for why they want to eat Chilli Chicken, probably due to Douyin’s [Chilli Chicken, one yuan per skewer].

Lun Chuan seemed helpless but nodded: "Alright."

He thought for a moment and asked again: "Does tea eggs, cabbage leaves, and small pickles with sauce along with two rice balls sound good? Others might not taste great cold."

Song Tan nodded, deeply: "Make two more, one for each person isn’t enough."

Lun Chuan smiled, didn’t say that he just casually said "two," then nodded, while cooking rice and began preparing the vegetable leaves.

When he saw the leftover fried rice from this morning, he hesitated for a moment, then asked: "How about wrapping the fried rice into the rice balls, will you eat that?"

Frying bacon, egg, and scallions then further roasting on low heat into dry, chewy fried rice would make the rice balls not get cold and greasy, but rather become fragrant.

Song Tan would never refuse!

Her eyes were full of trust: "Just go ahead and make it! I’ll eat it all!" Then she eagerly placed the preservation bag on the stove: "I’ll stoke the fire for you!"

Nearby, Seventh Uncle, fed and satisfied, looked at the two of them, his expression hard to describe.

But Qiaoqiao was thrilled: "Brother is so nice, making lunch for sister!"

Seventh Uncle got mad: "What do you mean, didn’t I ever make it before?" He cooked tea eggs and steamed sweet potatoes just for lunch, and when it was warm, he’d even made vegetarian buns and pancakes for convenience before!

Qiaoqiao stammered: "But... but brother’s... is different..."

He never even tried that fried rice ball!

But should he eat Chilli Chicken for lunch... He fell into a dilemma.

...

Lun Chuan’s mastery of time was precise, he said it’d be five minutes late, but when he finished making the rice balls, it was precisely nine o’clock. After tidying up and washing his hands, Song Tan couldn’t help but marvel at his timing.

When it was time to head out, there was another disagreement.

Song Sancheng was eager to ride with Lun Chuan, as it was shameful to say, he was the only one in the family willing to discuss cars with him.

Qiaoqiao hadn’t ridden in his car, equally eager to try.

But Wu Lan wanted to ride with Lun Chuan to chat more, and Lun Jing naturally wanted to tag along with Wu Lan to make some impression...

Song Tan couldn’t help but be speechless: "My Little Pika is not that bad, right?"

Why is no one interested!

Should he cram it full and drive alone?

Well, that’s possible...

This left no room for Lun Chuan to speak, he was quite helpless too. However, after thinking things over, Lun Jing decisively said:

"I haven’t ridden in a pickup before, let me experience it!"

The future mother-in-law and the future daughter-in-law herself, it was truly hard to make a decision.

But having worked all day for Wu Lan yesterday, chatting more with Tantan today...

It’s probably the right thing to do?

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