Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1948 - 1726: The Disliked Zhang Yanping

Codename "Mimi" is a round and solid tabby cat, of unknown origin, but evidently already fully grown in size.

It takes great care of itself, its fur is shiny and sleek, its flesh firm, and its sturdy, plump paws and thighs embody a remarkable physique.

As it responded to Song Sancheng’s call, strolling leisurely from the rooftop, and then jumping down gracefully, its leader-like aura was particularly evident.

But unlike the clingy Daju, Mimi appeared quite aloof.

At the very least, when it glanced down slowly at Song Sancheng, those eyes certainly spread an equal disdain toward everything.

Song Sancheng: ...

He wasn’t sure if Mimi understood him, but anyway, he opened his mouth and asked, "Fishing, are you coming?"

Mimi didn’t speak, but had already leaped onto the electric scooter’s pedal, plump yet nimble.

Song Sancheng looked at it, suddenly feeling a sense of humble servitude.

But compared to Daju who doesn’t give face, Mimi, who hadn’t faced the dangers of the outside world, evidently had some expectations from humans.

Song Sancheng had no choice but to swallow his pride, carefully starting the scooter, and before setting off, unusually advised Song Tan, "When I come back tonight, find a way to catch it, it looks quite big. Maybe we should get it spayed?"

Doctor Xiaoguo wouldn’t charge for spaying, but with Song Sancheng’s simple farming mentality, saying such words was indeed exceptionally different.

Song Tan nodded, "I’ll ask Doctor Xiaoguo—Chen Xi can perform it now, you don’t even need to bring them back, just drop them off after they’re full, and it can be done by tomorrow."

Lessons weren’t wasted, practice wasn’t either. Now Chen Xi at the ranch performs spaying with swift precision.

Hearing this, Song Sancheng suddenly felt pressured.

Today he’s taking city folk fishing, if everyone catches something, and he only ever pulls up empty hooks, that’d be embarrassing, wouldn’t it?

Thinking of this, he couldn’t linger at home anymore, quickly turned the handlebars, and swiftly drove off.

Everyone waiting was already at the Riverside Beach Ranch.

The terrain here was quite decent, even under the scorching sun, there was still plenty of shade. With the warm river breeze, although still a bit hot, it wasn’t unbearable.

So everyone was thoroughly equipped and ready, pointing across the pens at the cows, sheep, pigs, and chickens:

"It’s a shame they’re not suited to eat fish, otherwise we could’ve mixed in a few today."

"Do ducks like them? There are little fish we can feed them."

"Ducks can catch fish themselves; can dogs eat them?"

"Seems like they can’t... "

"Oh, Song Tan’s Home has 6 cats, if we feed a bit less, that should be enough—Oh, Old Yun, aren’t you in the Air Force?"

Call up and ask if he’s fishing, ask about the catch, only to say there’s none in the pond.

Joking, the ponds they find now are all rented out, not one without thousands of pounds of fish placed regularly.

So what if they’re in the Air Force!

Those who felt they weren’t beamed with pride, raising their heads very proudly.

Chen Xi passed by carrying a bucket, hearing this, turned his head and looked again, his expression complex.

Tie Lian also heard.

She turned wordlessly, entered the room to clean, and murmured to Old Zhang:

"This group of fishers has the same personality as our boss’s dad. Haven’t even started fishing yet but so full of pride. Tonight, when they bring back a half bucket of lumpfish, they’ll all be cheapened to feed the ducks."

The fish in the river are exceptionally clever.

No one knows exactly why, but they’re just not fond of biting the hook on bait.

They even pass it on, spotting fresh red worms, biting half off and never touching the hook.

It really tests luck and skill.

The boss’s dad often goes fishing, but what he takes home are always little trifles.

Return them, appearing to have caught nothing.

Bring them back, and they’d be mocked.

After all, even the Seventh Uncle wasn’t always patient with the small lumpfish, trimming heads and guts to dry them as snacks.

This summer, moving from one ingredient to another, washing, drying, pickling, and saucing, always busy, who has time for these little creatures?

Anyway, eventually, they all went to Chen Xi.

He didn’t bother to clean them, just washed them simply, dried them directly, and later ground them up, blending a bit into the meals of chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cows, sheep, and dogs, essentially a bit for everyone.

But still...

The boss’s dad sometimes couldn’t even catch lumpfish, such a meager addition.

Secretly, no one harbors expectations, but presently, this group is clueless.

They only know this wide river, endless water, and Song Sancheng determinedly intends to take them to the river bay beyond the gorge.

For this, the blocking net was already dismantled in advance.

Oh dear!

They should go to such places!

It’s said the Riverside Beach here is stocked with lots of fry, plenty of fish here, fishing a lot doesn’t show skill, should go to the wild!

Got to go to the River Bay!

Today they must demonstrate their fishing prowess!

...

Song Sancheng finally arrived.

He took this spirited group of men away, only to face another problem—a boat couldn’t carry so many people, and among them, only he knew how to sail.

Oh, boats! Get on and start sailing, won’t it move forward?

He had no choice but to call Song Tan: "Tantan, how about you and Xiaolun come help sail?"

Song Tan: ...

Wu Lan laughed heartily: "Look at your dad, doing anything requires the whole family—You go ahead, drop them off where they should be, and pick them up at night."

And advised: "The sun is so strong, the river surface is very bright, don’t let Xiaolun go, call Yanping instead! Yanping often made arrangements with anglers before, quite experienced."

Recently, with the heat, he hasn’t booked anyone, afraid they’d be bitten by snakes, bugs, mice, and ants in the dark—

Mainly, recently many people have come for consultations, the guesthouses are quite full, with lessened financial pressure, he doesn’t need to think of ways to earn.

Song Tan accepted this suggestion.

Lun Chuan indeed disliked tanning; he even had a girlfriend now, shouldn’t get burned ugly.

Brother Yanping was different, whether tanned or not, he was consistent, had his girlfriend already, not afraid of being unwanted.

At the clinic trying to complain, but couldn’t find a chance due to many patients, bored and wandering around, scaring a line of people into sitting properly, Zhang Yanping: ...

He just questioned why not choose Lun Chuan, why cousin spoke the truth?

Are kind lies not useful?

Just as he planned to protest, Doctor Guo spoke up: "Song Tan, quickly take him away, he too affects my mood here. When I pulse check, people’s pulse actually quickens..."

No matter his physique or face, even for old patrons, staring too long inevitably made one tense.

It even made needle acupuncture challenging.

Despised Zhang Yanping: ...

When he was a soft, plump bun back in the day, who would’ve thought he’d now face such treatment?