Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1089 - 1069. Chat

Chapter 1089: 1069. Chat

To be fair, Boss Chang really knows how to play the sympathy card.

After all, being her biggest customer at the moment, Song Tan thought for a moment before sighing—

"Alright then, two ponds. I’ll keep a third for myself, and the rest you two can share. This time, we’ll go with the same price."

With just such a small amount of fish, it’s really not necessary to argue about whether to package them or not, and there’s no need for Boss Chang to offer a high price.

However, Boss Chang shook his head: "No, no, no, we agreed that you’d distribute your goods to me, and I’d offer the high price—Boss Song, if you really feel bad, next year when you’re managing the riverside beach to farm fish and lotus root, do give me priority consideration!"

Song Tan: ...

She really wouldn’t be bothered to discuss the riverside plans with Boss Chang; thinking it over, it must be Master Jiang who was busy in the kitchen now.

Song Tan nodded: "Deal!"

This time, Old Zhao didn’t argue with him—if there’s really surplus, Song Tan would definitely distribute some to him. However, the price he’s offering isn’t high, so just a little is fine without further haggling!

Humph! It’s all thanks to this Chang guy stirring up competition!

The two bosses exchanged glances, confirming their mutual dislike.

Meanwhile in the yard, the eldest aunt and second aunt along with Wu Lan sat together, cleaning the freshly picked vegetables from the mountain, while instructing Lun Chuan to get to work.

"Xiaolun, people will be coming soon; our courtyard is a bit cramped, let’s just set up a few tables for lunch. Find some space and move a few tables out, and put out some snacks."

The eldest aunt looked at him with a pleased smile, her instructions obvious.

Lun Chuan responded, glancing at the tables and chairs gathered in the corner, and walked over without hesitation.

He was strong and tall, stretching his arms out easily to lift and put down the stacked small square table onto the courtyard.

The placement was strategic too, choosing the middle-right spot so as not to interfere with lunchtime—and still with space to access the storeroom or the main house.

It wouldn’t affect setting tables for meals on the other side of the courtyard either.

With such little work, those tables and chairs didn’t even touch the hems of his clothes, showing how deft he was.

This work was nothing to him, but for Wu Lan and the others, it was worth commenting on.

In the countryside, to evaluate a young man’s potential, first see how he talks and handles work.

Xiaolun, this kid is good-looking. What doesn’t make one’s heart flutter? Watching him work is crucial.

Some people who aren’t used to working at home or don’t see work as important might hesitate for a moment even if the tables and chairs are right there.

Because they’re unsure of what’s needed or the proper place to set the table.

Also, less experience might lead to insecurity, fearing embarrassment over poor performance.

Actually, it’s just setting a table; placing it wrong doesn’t matter. It’s no big deal to ask if unsure.

These types generally care a lot about face. Their character might be fine, but having a daughter with them might mean she’ll face grievances.

The more Wu Lan looked, the brighter her eyes became, and the second aunt repeatedly nodded:

"Wow, this young man really has an eye for work!"

Indeed, not only did he have an eye for work, but he was detailed in his approach. He’d already found disposable tablecloths and was carefully laying them out one by one.

"That’s right!" Wu Lan was observing his work with forced confidence; otherwise, when the family’s savior comes over, good care should be taken—so how could they invite him to work?

That would be too inappropriate!

Yet Lun Chuan had integrated himself quickly. Starting yesterday, he’d been helping out, so moving tables today, Wu Lan was reluctantly getting used to it.

However, Wu Lan could accept Lun Chuan working, but definitely not Lun Jing!

Just then, seeing her coming downstairs in stain-resistant clothes trying to help wash vegetables, Wu Lan hurriedly stopped her:

"Oh dear sister, take a break, the water will freeze you."

Indeed, although Lun Chuan is much older than her own daughter, Lun Jing married early, so she’s still quite young, several years younger than Wu Lan.

Lun Jing felt distressed: "Sister-in-law, let me do something, otherwise idling around makes me restless."

She even fetched a small stool for herself to sit on: "I won’t touch the cold water, I’ll handle the garlic sprouts and scallions here, okay?"

Saying this, she’d already naturally begun sorting through the vegetables with practiced hands, making Wu Lan feel a bit embarrassed:

"Traveling from afar and still having you all work..."

"No problem!" Lun Jing eagerly said: "I find this really interesting, when we lived in the Imperial City, there wasn’t this lively atmosphere. If something happened, you’d just go to the hotel; it was not fun at all."

"Besides, I was originally from Ning City, coming from the countryside, so I’m well familiar with all this."

"Oh my!" The eldest aunt exclaimed in surprise: "Sis, seeing how fashionable you are, I’d thought you were a city girl!"

Lun Jing chuckled: "Well, after divorcing Lun Chuan’s father, I decided to move far and went to the Imperial City to work. The kids are grown now, so it’s a bit easier."

The eldest and second aunt had their eyes lit up, exchanging a quick glance, immediately finding a topic—

"Indeed, once the kids are grown and settled, we can finally relax... yesterday I hesitated to ask, how old is Xiaochuan now? Has he settled down?"

Lun Jing smiled meaningfully.

Although Lun Chuan wasn’t fond of discussing such topics, she was constantly surrounded by gossip, especially from her square dance team.

The most frequent topics there, besides the mother-in-law relationship, were children’s marriage. Even Lun Jing herself, being young, beautiful, and single, with a single son, was a focal point.

Right then, glancing at Lun Chuan who was unwrapping tablecloths, and seeing the three pairs of curious eyes, her answer was as complete as could be—

"Alas, our Xiaochuan hasn’t come to his senses yet! He’s almost thirty without ever having been in love."

"He spends his days writing at home, and when he’s free, he exercises, gardens, cooks, having still found no suitable partner for all that time."

"I wish he’d hurry and start a family; we have two houses with no loans, his salary is stable... but I have no idea what kind of girl he’s looking for!"

Her ability to get to the core issues was honed from dance team practice.

The aunts listened, eyes sparkling, even Wu Lan, who knew Song Tan’s focus was elsewhere, couldn’t help but waver for a moment—

Well, the child’s pretty great, it’d be a pity to miss out!

Lun Chuan working further at the yard, overhearing the familiar topic and voice, smiled helplessly.

—No wonder she’s my mom; with a couple of sentences, she laid out my work, hobbies, assets just like that.