Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1160 - 1136. Brotherhood and Strawberry

At 10 a.m., it was clear that Seventh Uncle’s patience had run out—this kitchen was his domain, temporarily granted to Lun Chuan, but he expected the latter to be considerate.

The oven gave a "ding" sound.

Wearing oven mitts, Lun Chuan quickly took out the entire baking tray, and before he could place it on the board, Seventh Uncle rushed him:

"Is it ready? Still not ready? The wood choppers outside have already finished, and you still haven’t made a cake. You’re just wasting time with these fancy tricks."

Lun Chuan remained good-natured: "Stir-frying the pork floss took a bit of extra time. But I made a lot, packed it all in a bowl over there and covered it with cling film. Seventh Uncle could use it when cooking."

Seventh Uncle scoffed dismissively: "These foreign things..."

He was still grumbling when Seventh Grandma chimed in with an "ahem": "Foreign this, foreign that, you always say it’s simple, yet you’ve never made me a sponge cake to eat!"

She smiled warmly at Lun Chuan, having stayed in the countryside for almost a year. Her face now looked lively and her spirit was rejuvenated, completely different from the lonely figure who couldn’t even handle the TV back in the urban area.

Her smile was also filled with warmth: "Xiaolun is truly skilled. This cake roll looks so lovely even before completion... let me try a piece later. I’m old, and I like soft things."

Seventh Uncle instantly deflated, mumbling: "I make plenty of rice cakes at home too..."

But his voice was barely audible, casting a sidelong glance at the unrolled cake on the plate: "Hmph, don’t eat too much, we still have rice noodles for lunch."

It was Song Tan who snapped back to reality: "Since we’re having rice noodles for lunch, isn’t it just about cooking them? What’s the rush? It’s only 10:00 now, Seventh Uncle."

Seventh Uncle became a bit embarrassed: "For rice noodles, shouldn’t I prepare a fresh broth in advance!"

As they spoke, Qiaoqiao rushed over with a mobile phone: "Seventh Uncle, what fresh broth are you making? I’ll teach the kids together."

The chat exploded—

[Not learning, not learning, not learning! This topic is clearly beyond the syllabus!]

[Teacher Qiaoqiao, I know I’m hopeless, but aren’t you a bit too ambitious?]

[Which teacher marks three major points per class with a syllabus outline?]

[Baobao, sister’s a poor student, can poor students skip class now?]

[I won’t skip, but don’t expect me to succeed Qiaoqiao...]

[Exactly! I’ve already given up on learning rice noodles, now there’s fresh broth... You look at this wording, one glance and I know it’s beyond my learning.]

[Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao! It’s me! I tasted the strawberry! Do you want an excavator? My dad said he’d gift you one ah ah ah...]

[What’s with the person in front? Are you flaunting wealth here in everyone’s face for some internal competition? With so many of us fans, can’t we afford an excavator?]

[Exactly, Top Brother! Big Bro! Show them your strength!]

[Qiaoqiao! Did you see? I sent you a message, reply to me! Will you trade strawberries for an excavator or not?]

Just as this message went out, a large special effect appeared in the livestream, it turned out that [Five Hundred Years], who has no lack of money, tipped ten thousand yuan directly.

Below it were colorful tiny letters:

"Will there be another stream tomorrow? If so, another ten thousand awaits, soon you can buy the excavator yourself."

[Hiss! No wonder he’s our Top Brother, magnificent!]

[Pass it on, Top Brother is gifting Teacher Qiaoqiao money to buy an excavator!]

[Pass it on, Top Brother is gifting an excavator to an online influencer!]

[Pass it on, Top Brother... ]

With such a fuss, the fan with the ID [Little Yang Little Yang No College Entrance Exam] was quickly engulfed by thousands of other fans, silent.

...

Meanwhile, far away in Qin Province, a middle-aged man staring at his phone’s small screen asked his son:

"So? Did he respond? Did you tell them we don’t want strawberries for free, the excavator is given and we’ll pay for it?"

"I did say!" Yang Zhengxi was feeling quite innocent: "I told you earlier Qiao Family’s strawberries were exclusive, you wouldn’t believe it, talking about this person’s farm and another’s introduction... fussing for a month, and still no purchase?"

Father Qin felt a bit embarrassed: "It’s not that I didn’t believe you, just hadn’t tasted them at the time, couldn’t imagine what the fuss was about..."

It was close to New Year, the company issues piled up, and he hadn’t been home for days. His son attended an exhibition, came back claiming to have met someone like-minded at the venue, growing incredibly delicious stuff, blah blah blah...

Long-winded chatter made Father Qin feel repulsed.

Running an agricultural machinery business, what local specialties hadn’t they tasted from all corners? Good things are good but not as exaggerated as the kid made it sound, it was simply nonsensical.

He even claimed these people had sent them very expensive strawberries from miles away... oh, come on, didn’t they receive dozens of boxes of such things every year?

He didn’t take it to heart at all, thinking the kid had probably been fooled.

But then, after drinking alcohol, waking up with a dry mouth at midnight, he wanted something cold. So he went down to the kitchen and opened the freezer—

Inside, in little grids like treasure boxes, six strawberries were individually frozen.

Well then, three were white and three were red.

The white ones had white flesh but red seeds, making the entire big strawberry blush slightly pink, and coated with the distinct frosty whiteness of the freezer, appearing like a handful of powder snow, incredibly enticing.

Then looking at the red ones, distinct from the fresh red of market strawberries, they were red to the point of being almost black.

After freezing, they showcased a unique allure.

Father Qin thought: Eating popsicles in winter, the kiddo sure knew how to enjoy.

Recalling how they used to freeze jellies and grapes in summers past, he casually took one and ate it.

And what an experience it was!

Originally, the flavor of strawberries was already sweet and fragrant enough, and after freezing, they maintained a perfect state, locking in that essence tightly inside.

At this moment, taking a bite, the flesh, endowed with the hardness and ice shavings from freezing, melted in the mouth to release a fleet of dense strawberry sweetness...

Who could resist that!!

In the end, by the time Yang Zhengxi entered the kitchen the next day, the handful of frozen strawberries he painstakingly saved with all his might had diminished to just some strawberry tops in the trash.

How could this be tolerated!

He protested: "Qiaoqiao said they aren’t for sale, not for sale! I really banked on brotherhood to score just these two boxes, thought to have one each day... And you finished them all in one night?"

Father Qin was quite embarrassed—well, once you start eating them, who could think about anything else?

"Buy some more."

He said rather straightforwardly: "Pay for them, if need be, offer double, they’ll surely sell!"

The young lad was half-dead with frustration: "Who cares about your double! Don’t you know how popular it was at the exhibition? There’s no shortage of buyers."

Besides, he didn’t want adults to meddle with money, tainting their pure brotherly bond.

But...brotherhood aside, couldn’t they really sell just one more box of those strawberries?

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