Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1215 - 1181: Milk and Tea

Chapter 1215: Chapter 1181: Milk and Tea

Their own son came back, and the Song Family worried even more than Seventh Uncle himself!

At dawn, Qiaoqiao brought a milk can to the yard, and also a bag of rice for Seventh Uncle.

"Sister said she forgot to give this yesterday, and told Seventh Uncle to eat well, to... to..."

He stammered.

"What?"

Seventh Uncle curiously asked, "Tell me exactly what she said." Qiaoqiao hesitated, "Sister said to give a hard slap in the face, but Teacher Xin said slapping someone is very insulting..."

Seventh Uncle: ...

"Don’t worry," he reassured his only disciple, "Your sister was exaggerating, just wants me to give a little lesson."

"Oh, oh, oh." Qiaoqiao understood and reminded, "Then give a good lesson! Uncle hasn’t come back for so many years, Seventh Uncle, remember to use a cane on his butt! My mom used to do that, it hurt so much!"

"Quite memorable!"

Seventh Uncle nodded agreeably, and only then did he watch Qiaoqiao return relieved.

And now, the milk he gave to his granddaughters was cooked from that can of milk.

Although it smelled rich when cooking, Seventh Uncle wasn’t familiar with the customs in the Borderlands, wondering if they drink milk tea?

So he carefully added a pinch of tea leaves into it.

Now, the rich milk fragrance blended with the fresh tea aroma, even in the empty yard, using an old-fashioned bowl without any aesthetics, and the two granddaughters couldn’t help but sniff:

"It smells so good!"

Yesterday’s mutton kebabs and beef weren’t as delicious as those at home, but why does the milk smell so good?

Aiguli gently nudged them from behind: "Quickly take it, don’t let Grandpa get tired."

Qiaole Pang and Afu immediately reached out to take the bowl and sweetly said, "Thank you, Grandpa."

This indeed looked more pleasing than their own son.

Seventh Uncle smiled and nodded, then asked his daughter-in-law, "Guli, have your mother serve you a bowl too, it’s really delicious, I just had two bowls."

Drank too full, didn’t even eat breakfast, had a round belly.

Aiguli didn’t quite understand and felt a bit embarrassed, quickly saying awkwardly, "I’ll serve myself then."

Her accent is a bit odd, but not difficult to understand, and her smiling appearance looks generous enough.

Seventh Uncle nodded, pointing to the kitchen:

"It’s right there, have your mom bring you a bowl."

Song Shuliang quietly waited for a while, finding it amusing that the old couple didn’t offer him any drink: "Why isn’t there any for me?"

Seventh Uncle said sarcastically, "No money, just drink the northwest wind."

The silly son exclaimed "Ah," thinking the old man was referring to him, then quickly said guiltily:

"Dad, look at you... It’s hard to reunite, I’ll give you 2000 yuan this New Year!"

Oh dear! Seventh Uncle almost rolled his eyes.

Is he lacking this 2000 yuan now?

That bucket of milk in the morning sold for 2000, see if anyone would want it?

Although he thought this, seeing his son take out his wallet, he still disdainfully directed: "Transfer! Transfer! Who wants cash, there’s no place to spend it..."

As his son was counting money, he casually said: "By the way, our old house I sold, if you have time in the spring, stay and help me build a small house next to it."

Huh?

Song Shuliang was stunned on the spot, avoided the topic, and only asked:

"Isn’t this our old house? Dad, why did you sell the old house?"

Seventh Uncle had a nonchalant expression:

"Why can’t I? I’m getting old, what if I get sick and need money? Haven’t seen you showing filial respect all these years, hiring a nurse costs two to three hundred a day!"

"Just as someone in the village wanted it, sold it for tens of thousands. Build me a small one next to it, enough for the two of us to live in."

He ranted on as if it made perfect sense, while Song Shuliang had the intention to object, but it’s a fact he hasn’t been back for years.

Besides, he couldn’t make a grand promise to take care of the elder’s old age now.

After all, with the sky so high and the road so far, he still has his own family, can’t just stay here for years, right?

Bringing the elder to the Borderlands though, the area is so vast, seeking medical treatment isn’t as convenient as here.

He could only sigh, not saying much about the several ten-thousand-yuan house price.

After all, knowing someone wants an old village house is already remarkable, tens of thousands are tens of thousands, okay.

And Seventh Uncle set this up all for the following:

"Just as you came back, later I’ll take you to the village collective to apply for whatever land and property procedures need to be done. Otherwise, the house documents are unclear, and nobody would want it."

With rural policies here, Song Shuliang was a bit out of touch, hearing it all muddled and tangled:

"Is this troublesome?"

"Not troublesome."

Seventh Uncle’s tone now was kindly: "Our village branch secretary is capable, has everything cleared up, the applications are done, you just need to sign where necessary, the rest I’ll ask her to do."

"Oh," Song Shuliang nodded: "That’s good then."

Selling it is also good, with some money on hand, if he gets a headache or fever in the future, he won’t have to worry all the way from the Borderlands.

The two little ones didn’t understand anything, with Seventh Uncle speaking in dialect which made it even harder to comprehend. They obediently handed over their empty bowls:

"Daddy, I want more."

Song Shuliang looked at the empty bowl and then at his daughter.

As it got colder, their clothes thickened, and it wasn’t clear if their bellies were bulging.

But how long has it been? How did they manage to finish a whole bowl already?

Then looking at the other daughter, she too tilted her head back, draining the last drop.

"No more, okay?" he hesitated, "What if drinking more makes your stomach bloated?"

Just as he finished, from the kitchen door, Aiguli cheerfully exclaimed:

"Oh my, this milk is so delicious! Even more fragrant than ours!"

Song Shuliang was instantly taken aback.

Because everyone knows, their Borderlands’ cattle and sheep certainly taste much better than here. How come the milk is so different?

As he pondered, he saw his two daughters still looking at him eagerly.

And Seventh Uncle paused, a smug smile curling on his lips, then slowly said:

"You can’t drink so much at once... However, we’ve got milk-steamed buns, how about you each take one?"

Actually, looking at their physique, this bowl of milk wasn’t much, but since they’re here just now, better safe than sorry.

Seventh Uncle then added:

"No more, can’t overeat, you’ll get stuffed."

Buns, huh...

The granddaughters weren’t too keen on them. The milk just now was really fragrant, their bellies were full, but they felt they could still drink another bowl.

Besides, they preferred naan over buns, but thinking about the softness of buns, they were different from those back home, so they nodded obediently.

"Thank you, Grandpa."