Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1051 - 1031. Princess, please—

Chapter 1051: 1031. Princess, please—

On the mountain, Master Jiang woke up in the morning to find the room pitch dark.

"What the... Where am I?"

He was dazed for a moment. The last thing he remembered was sharing a feast with Seventh Uncle. He had barely eaten two bites of food, and then...

Then what?

He had no recollection whatsoever.

Looking down at himself, he realized he hadn’t even taken off his sweater—no wonder he didn’t sleep well during the night.

Turning to check on Du Mei beside him, well, her face was still covered with yesterday’s makeup, and she hadn’t taken off her turtleneck sweater either. She was still sound asleep, snoring away!

Struggling to grab his phone, he took a glance: "Whoa!"

It’s 6 o’clock already! People on the mountain should be making breakfast by now. How on earth did the folks who picked veggies last night eat?

The radish and pork rib soup had been prepared ahead of time, and the rice was set to steam in the pot... As for the rest, he couldn’t remember a thing!

At that thought, Master Jiang could no longer sit still. He quickly got up from bed, the air conditioning blowing dry heat onto his face, leaving his mouth parched and his throat dry!

He hurriedly washed up, and while brushing his teeth and staring at his reflection in the mirror, it suddenly hit him—he had drunk himself into a blackout!

Meanwhile, in another room, Lady Tang had gone to bed without removing her painted eyebrows and makeup from yesterday. This morning, she was fussing for half an hour at the vanity sink!

Professor Song, standing in the bathroom, kept saying to her, "I told you yesterday not to drink, not to drink! You can’t handle it, can you... You just wouldn’t listen."

Lady Tang rubbed her face and answered, "I didn’t think it was that serious. I just wanted to try it out."

"Back in summer, you sent that bottle home, wouldn’t let me even taste a sip, and finished the whole thing sneakily on your own."

"I just wanted to figure out what kind of alcohol could make someone like you—who doesn’t even like drinking—treat it like some treasure!"

Well, now she’d tried it. One sip was enough to ignite a fiery warmth that burned its way from her throat to her chest, and the burps that came out carried the aroma of grains...

But that was the end of her memory.

Anything that happened after that was a blank. If she had known that drinking would cause her to blackout, she would’ve removed her makeup before she touched the alcohol!

Now her head was buzzing, and she just couldn’t recall one particular thing that felt important.

Until Professor Song said, "The ones who came here, their identities probably aren’t ordinary..."

Lady Tang: !!! She remembered!

She hurriedly exclaimed, "Absolutely not ordinary! I meant to tell Tantan yesterday. But I figured they were deliberately keeping their identities undercover to enjoy rural life, and if the family treated them too differently, it’d spoil the experience for them. So I kept quiet."

Professor Song chuckled. "As if Song Tan cares. I’ve told you this before; even if the Provincial Party Secretary came, she wouldn’t bat an eye—whether the guests are regular people or high officials, it makes no difference to her."

"What if they’re from Jade Spring Mountain in the Imperial City?"

At this, Old Song fell silent.

He hesitated and asked, "Are you sure?"

Lady Tang nodded. "A few years back, a student of mine conducted a research project on economics. One of the key interviewees mentioned that his father was one of those people from that mountain."

The couple locked eyes. To tell, or not to tell—that was the question.

After a while, Professor Song made the decision: "Forget it, let’s not say anything."

Director Zhu brought his family here, clearly because he trusted Song Tan. If she found out, and the younger ones among them couldn’t keep their composure, it might inevitably expose something.

Those elderly guests—what kind of intentions haven’t they seen before? Better to treat them straightforwardly, in a simple and routine way that could truly make them happy.

Besides, he had confidence in Song Tan.

Lady Tang sighed, "The mountains and terrain here aren’t favorable, and the location isn’t ideal... Otherwise, if one of these hills got chosen as a wellness retreat, the local economy would skyrocket."

But, it wasn’t feasible.

To tell the truth, Professor Song had been monitoring the environment here all along, and there really wasn’t anything extraordinarily remarkable about it. Even if the food was excellent, that was just thanks to Song Tan’s unique methods.

Building a wellness retreat here—what for? When the geography, cultural background, and climate offered no distinct advantages, would it really be worthwhile just for the local produce? That would involve way too many complications, including the lives of family members, Qiaoqiao’s live-streaming... Based on Professor Song’s understanding of Song Tan, she’d even resist the idea.

Thus, the couple reached a consensus before leisurely stepping out the door.

Early morning strolls around the mountain, a few rounds, then return to breakfast—what more perfect way to start the day?

But the moment they walked out of their quarters, they saw five people standing in the yard, all looking disheartened, heads hung low.

What happened?

Professor Song and Lady Tang couldn’t figure it out, so they simply nodded in greeting: "Have you had breakfast yet? Breakfast is in the mess hall at the factory ahead. You should be able to find it."

As soon as these words came out, the five young men on the other side hung their heads even lower. It was Xiaodu who finally looked up to say thank you, preventing the couple from feeling embarrassed.

But...

As they walked further away, Professor Song glanced back over his shoulder and said firmly to Lady Tang, "There’s definitely something going on!"

Please tell me it’s not the old folks feeling unwell.

Oh dear! That would be a major issue! Instantly, the couple hurried down the mountain to find Song Tan.

...

Meanwhile, at the bottom of the mountain, Director Zhu was pestering Song Tan: "Quick, hand me yesterday’s video. Can you just delete your copy?"

"Delete it? No way!" Song Tan replied earnestly. "I’m saving it to show everyone when we slaughter the pig for the feast. Not that we’re stingy with good alcohol, but seriously, drinking it only makes people lose control!"

Truth be told, everyone’s drinking manners weren’t bad. Even when drunk, they didn’t cause trouble for others. According to Qiaoqiao, everyone slept quite steadily last night—he even got up in the middle of the night to check on the vegetable patch and heard rhythmic snores from the dormitory.

At this point, Song Tan’s expression turned serious: "Employees really shouldn’t be drinking anymore!"

Master Jiang didn’t even finish the midnight snack last night!

Thankfully, the ones who picked vegetables were local aunties, who simply helped themselves to rice and radish pork rib soup and were content without being picky.

As for Zhang Yanping, who was supposed to be on the graveyard shift, drinking threw him off. Late-night veggie picking, weighing, packing, and loading onto trucks—all were supervised by Qiaoqiao. Poor kid was so exhausted he hadn’t gotten up even by six o’clock.

But Director Zhu was already panicking.

Because the two drunkards, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun, somehow managed to keep steady hands while intoxicated and captured a video without a single mistake!

Including close-ups! Clear shots of the elderly folks, Brother Xiaodu, and the rest—it was all there!

What’s worse, it was a video of them making a drunken scene, including the ridiculous "army-wide competition" they’d staged. If this circulated, people would die laughing!

The reputation of those elders would plummet—from Jade Spring Mountain all the way to Tiantong Garden!

Especially since the video itself was genuinely hilarious and incredibly shareable...

The thought of it made Director Zhu’s head hurt. At this moment, all he wanted was to butter Song Tan up: "Princess! I beg you, just give me the video and delete the rest!"

Just then, Zhang Yanping walked out yawning, and Director Zhu burst out laughing: "Princess? Why not call her ’Queen’ instead? Hahaha! Queen, the Gourd Dolls are here to rescue the five grandpas!"

Seeing Zhang Yanping, Director Zhu’s pent-up resentment surged. Turning back to Song Tan, he said:

"He skipped work yesterday. Aren’t you going to dock his pay?"