Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1216 - 1182: How Are You Already Full?

Chapter 1216: Chapter 1182: How Are You Already Full?

Seventh Grandma lifted the lid of the pot smoothly.

In an instant, fragrance and steam rose, almost making Aiguli, who was marveling at drinking milk nearby, lose her balance.

This aroma of starch fusion is unbelievably fragrant!

She suddenly looked somewhat astonished at Song Shuliang outside:

"He used to tell me that the family conditions were average when he was a child, and they could only eat steamed buns..."

Aiguli muttered: "I also want to eat steamed buns."

As she spoke, the steaming hot bun was already pinched in her hand, now switching between left and right, then blowing twice, taking a bite—

Hmm!

Aiguli emphasized again:

"I really want to eat steamed buns with him!"

Seventh Grandma just smiled without speaking.

The three of them each had a bun, filling their bellies round, and at this moment, Seventh Uncle brought over a basin of charcoal fire:

"Come inside, it’s so cold outside. When the new house is built next year, we’ll install a fireplace inside, just like heating, much warmer than this."

Upon hearing this, Aiguli glanced at Song Shuliang, seeing him nodding and saying: "We should get one, this basin of charcoal fire is too cold..."

She couldn’t help but fall silent again.

She admitted that this man was quite good to his family, but to his parents...

Thinking of this, she voluntarily spoke up: "Dad, how much does it cost to build a house? We’ll give you twenty thousand."

Seventh Uncle glanced at his daughter-in-law and couldn’t help sighing: "Forget it! You’ve got it tough, too. I’ll have money after selling the old house, no need to worry."

Saying this, he brought Song Shuliang along: "Let’s go, we still need to complete the paperwork."

They said they were going to the village collective, but in reality, when they met Secretary Xiaozu, the paperwork was swiftly processed, Song Shuliang barely glanced at the contract.

Thinking of studying it more carefully, the old man was next to him mockingly commenting:

"Oh! Now you are being careful about buying a house, huh? Why haven’t you been this considerate in all these years when your parents were home?"

Upon hearing this, Song Shuliang felt guilty and had to reluctantly set the contract aside.

"Is the paperwork finished?"

He asked expectantly.

The Village Department was just a few empty offices, built on a hilltop, with the cold wind blowing, making it too chilly.

Secretary Xiaozu responded with "uh-huh": "Almost done, let’s get in the car."

As soon as the car started, they headed straight to the urban area.

After all, some procedures needed to be handled at the Housing Bureau.

Song Shuliang: ...

Meanwhile, on this side, Seventh Grandma was smiling at her daughter-in-law and two granddaughters:

"Is it a bit cold inside the house?"

Aiguli shook her head: "I just drank warm milk and ate the steamed bun, now I feel satisfied and not cold."

"You’ll feel cold after a while sitting."

Seventh Grandma invited them:

"I’ll take you to another place to warm up, they said they specially prepared various snacks to entertain you. The father and son will probably be back by noon, dishes are prepped, we’ll just come back and eat then."

The two granddaughter, curious about the unfamiliar mountain village and not afraid of the cold, quickly jumped up:

"Where are we going?"

Where could it be? Seventh Grandma directly took them to Lao Song’s family.

And on this side, Lao Song’s family was well-prepared, various snacks arranged in small plates were delicately served, the fire in the house burning warmly, everyone sat around, Wu Lan somewhat anxiously looked at Zhang Yanping:

"Yanping, what if Seventh Uncle and the son reconcile and develop feelings again, will this house be stable?"

"No problem." Zhang Yanping looked very confident: "Seventh Uncle had all kinds of procedures and notarization done beforehand, that homestead can’t be mine openly, so even if his family wants to come back later, I won’t lose out even a bit."

Besides, they have a home elsewhere, everyone is keeping it from him, whether he knows or not is another matter.

Thinking of this, he felt a bit frustrated again:

"Others who successfully raise their children take the elderly to the big city to enjoy life. But now, with the children grown up, they’ve rooted themselves abroad and don’t come back. What kind of upbringing is this?"

He cursed again: "That Song Shuliang is also foolish, with Seventh Uncle’s skill, can’t he earn piles of money in a better way? Yet he chooses not to keep such a good father..."

Aunt Lianhua was tidying up the lunch ingredients, hearing this, she laughed:

"I heard from my mother-in-law, Seventh Uncle used to live well as a chef, but actually suffered quite a few grievances back then. So he kept a low profile in everything, even as a chef, he only cooked within ten miles and eight villages."

"His son seemingly never thought his parents had any remarkable skills."

Besides, those years were special, supplies were scarce, it’s hard to cook without ingredients, so Seventh Uncle’s culinary skills were somewhat compromised.

But without saying anything else, Song Shuliang’s childhood meals were actually quite rich. His family never shortchanged him a bit, he just felt he suffered eat bread.

Yet the villagers at that time were still gnawing on wild vegetables and mixed grain flatbread!

Now, chatting about it, inevitably adds a sense of nostalgia.

Just then, Seventh Grandma shouted at the gate:

"Wu Lan, I brought my daughter-in-law for you to meet! This girl is pretty and nice!"

At least better than the son.

Everyone hurriedly rushed out to see, indeed, a high-nosed borderlands face stood there, looking as pretty as Seventh Grandma had said.

"Oh!" Song Tan heard Wu Lan whispering with a smile rehearsing at the corner of her mouth:

"A flower planted in cow dung."

Not to say whether Seventh Uncle’s son looks presentable, even if he is, just that character, the girl match feels wronged.

But when it comes to life matters, everyone does not judge lightly. Hence, chatted for a bit, warmly inviting them into the house.

The two little girls instantly opened their mouths wide: "Wow, it’s so warm here!"

Wu Lan found the two doll-like little girls intriguing, now greeted them:

"Did you have breakfast? I have white fungus soup here, do you want some?"

The scent of white fungus soup isn’t pronounced, but when stirred with a spoon in front, its mild sweetness immediately permeates.

The two children took a tough sip, and finally held their belly, pitifully: "I’m full."

"Right," Seventh Grandma also quickly stopped: "My son called earlier, said he had breakfast in the urban area before heading back. They just drank a big bowl of milk and ate one steamed bun..."

"Oh dear," Wu Lan lamented: "What’s with your dad? Knowing your grandpa is a famous chef, yet letting you eat so full outside..."

She pointed to the table: "Look, here I have rice cakes, popcorn, and this sour spicy rice noodles! All made by Guli’s dad."

Just then, Qiaoqiao brought out three small bowls of rice noodles, hesitating with a sound "Ah":

"So you can’t eat anymore, right?"