Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 131 - : 131. To make a living and not to be cold and shivering
Chapter 131: 131. To make a living and not to be cold and shivering
Feeding dozens of people isn’t just a matter of buying vegetables.
So Wu Lan instructed, “You also need meat. Tomorrow, we have to cut twenty pounds, ribs, tenderloin, pork belly, pig’s trotters, anything will do, plus some chicken and duck…”
While giving the orders, she shivered with heartache. This single meal would cost quite a bit!
Especially since pork prices had increased again.
Song Tan thought for a moment, “We’ll buy less meat tomorrow. I’ll bring back more marinated dishes from the city, which will also save some effort.”
Tomorrow we must hurry to get all the peach trees planted. We can’t skimp on lunch; village folks are coming and going. It’s about money on one hand, and relationships on the other.
Speaking of this, Wu Lan started to worry again.
“Maybe we should get someone else to take charge of the cooking tomorrow. I have no experience cooking for so many people at once! If it turns out bad, won’t that be inviting ridicule?”
In the village for many years, any banquet would always be catered by a chef, charging a labor fee of twenty-five to fifty yuan per table, with grain, oil, and vegetables supplied by the host, and the chef also providing tables and stools.
It had been decades since Wu Lan had cooked for so many people. Besides, she knew the flavor of her household’s dishes. For some reason, the food had indeed become tastier recently; casually cooked meals for twenty to thirty people could now satisfy forty to fifty.
The two large pots at home shouldn’t be used for cooking rice tomorrow, just for stir-frying. We’ll need to borrow more rice cookers from the villagers.
In this rush, let’s just make do with what we have.
Song Tan was overwhelmed.
Preparing meals for so many was indeed hard work. No matter how much help there was, there was still work to be done.
In the end, it was the temptation from the small secretary that was too great, causing her to lose her restraint in a moment!
Damn!
Next time the secretary comes by, no more making tea.
Thinking it over, she urged Wu Lan again, “Mom, hurry and call my aunt. Have her ask at my second cousin’s place. If it works out, I’ll take stuff over tomorrow.”
If they could settle on a good chef, and she came back in a few days to settle in, her mother wouldn’t have to work so hard afterward.
She could afford the high salary!
The weather was neither cold nor hot now, so cooking was alright, but once it got hot, suffering in the kitchen would be something else.
If it was going to make her family suffer like this, what was the point of her coming back to stir things up? Selling potted plants in the city with the help of Spiritual Energy was both easier and more profitable.
“Right, right, right, this is also important.”
On the one hand, it’s about everyone’s meal, and on the other, it concerns Qiaoqiao’s entire life. While dialing the phone, Wu Lan also said, “Your aunt too, such an important matter and she only tells you when she’s leaving. If we’d known earlier, we would have brought your aunt more jars of honey.”
Song Tan smiled, “My big aunt is here, and my aunt doesn’t like to waste words on her.”
Wu Lan frowned, “Even if we tell them, their family won’t be able to handle it. I don’t think your big cousin or his wife are that respectful—your big aunt may be rude, but she works hard at home, just like an old mother. Do you see your brother and his wife caring for her?”
Just because no one speaks of it, doesn’t mean they don’t understand.
Take the son from your big uncle’s house, for example. He comes back only once a year for the new year, and at every other holiday, he claims to be working overtime…
As if the rest of us haven’t worked a job!
But still, Wu Lan couldn’t help praising her sister-in-law, “Your aunt really cares about you, Tantan. In the future, remember to think of your aunt whenever you have something good.”
The call hadn’t even gone through yet when another call came in.
It was Aunt Fang Juan.
“Wu Lan, how is it I hear you’re hiring people for farm work?”
Every nook and cranny within ten miles seemed capable of transmitting secrets as if they could travel back and forth in a single day.
Aunt also heard out of the blue in a chat that her college-educated niece had come back to farm, and was doing it on quite a scale too—now she’s hiring people every day to help out!
When she mentioned it at home, Grandma was displeased and said to Uncle:
“Aren’t you her uncle? Last time Tantan came, she didn’t forget you and brought you so much produce. She said she was farming at home then, and you didn’t offer a helping hand?”
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Uncle felt aggrieved: This girl said she was coming back to farm, but she used to work in an office, so what kind of success could she possibly have with farming?
Who would have thought, right?
They hurriedly had Aunt make a phone call. There was work to be done, and it would be inexcusable not to help out their own relative!
Wu Lan was thinking about her income lately; she wanted to boast, yet she wanted to keep it low-key. Trying to stay low-key was painfully hard, and when she received Aunt’s phone call, she burst out laughing:
“Yes, Sister-in-law, oh my, you heard about it too? I’m saying this kid is not stable—every tiny event is common knowledge. It’s just a small piece of mountain land she’s contracted, just the size of a palm, and somehow everyone knows about it…”
She couldn’t brag about how much money she’d made, but mentioning the mountain she’d contracted didn’t seem too far-fetched.
Aunt raised her voice: “What? She even took on a contract?! Didn’t they say she was just farming leisurely back home?”
Having barely hung up the phone, Wu Lan saw Song Sancheng tagging and calling in the village group chat and became anxious herself, quickly dialing Great Aunt:
“Sister, about the thing you talked to Tantan about this afternoon…”
Wu Lan went inside to make a call, while Qiaoqiao and Zhang Yanping each held a cup of honey water, sitting there savoring it blissfully.
Daxiong’s plump little butt was stuck in the crook of his arm, and at this moment, it was desperately wriggling, fuzzy with stripes, under the light you could even see some fine pollen, so cute it was beyond words!
Song Tan thought for a moment and felt something wasn’t quite right.
She suddenly realized: “Qiaoqiao, you’ve been with Daxiong every day, but what about its babies? It’s been a month, how come they haven’t hatched yet?”
Isn’t it said that the Queen Bumblebee can hatch and raise her young within a month?
Qiaoqiao was also stunned.
He let go and watched as Daxiong clawed its way across his palm, now looking puzzled, “I don’t know…”
Song Tan turned her head and took down the box above the junk shed. Daxiong, this unqualified queen, didn’t have any reaction at the moment.
Sigh, apart from eating and selling cuteness (its butt), it was completely useless.
Opening the box, behold, a bunch of immature bumblebees wriggling inside, not a trace of pollen or honey to be seen. Clearly, Daxiong had grown fat and lazy during this period, eating more than it should, so much so that even the babies’ food was gone.
Song Tan: …
No wonder they’re not growing despite the spiritual energy nourishing them. Even though she hadn’t expected the bumblebees to be of any help, they were turning out to be quite useless.
Since that was the case—
“Qiaoqiao, the next time you livestream, bring Daxiong along and let it play in front of the camera.”
To support the kids, a bit of effort wouldn’t hurt, no harm in it.
Zhang Yanping couldn’t even finish his honey water.
Even Daxiong was being squeezed to sell its cuteness. His sister was truly taking the “no freeloaders” policy to the extreme.
What about him?
Did he have to work tomorrow too?
Was he going to dig bamboo shoots or hole up in the mountains?
