Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1218 - 1184: That Mischievous Streak

Chapter 1218: Chapter 1184: That Mischievous Streak

Doctor Xiaoguo’s mouth, when it’s quick, is on par with Song Tan’s.

Right now, he has the two girls lying side by side on the bed, not needing to lift their sweaters, just accurately finding the acupuncture points, and starts massaging with a gentle force.

At first, the kids murmur a bit, then their expressions become increasingly comfortable, making Aiguli eager to try:

"Will it feel empty after digesting?"

Guo Dong laughed: "There’s no such miracle effect. It’s just to make the kids’ stomachs not so strained, more comfortable, and digest a bit faster."

She saw through Aiguli’s thoughts: "They overate, but it’s not serious. However, if they go back to binge eat after my massage, it definitely won’t work."

Then she advised Song Tan: "Just a small bowl for lunch, and nothing in between."

How could she not know Song Tan’s mischievousness?

When Seventh Uncle’s son returns, their family prepares good food to tempt him.

Knowing full well that with a family to care for over there, he can’t come back, they just tempt him as much as they can, focusing on making him regretful and unforgettable, right?

The two exchanged glances, carrying a mischievous understanding.

But then...

"Hold on."

Song Tan suddenly remembered something:

"I remember when Seventh Uncle first started working here, he sent you things. Tea, honey, snow fungus... Was the delivery too far to arrive?"

Aiguli immediately recalled those unforgettable memories and nodded in surprise:

"So the tea and honey were from you!"

"Our whole family can drink a big bowl of snow fungus soup! And it’s very easy to go to the bathroom! The honey too! The tea paired with grilled meat skewers and pilaf, was really fantastic!"

Song Tan paused, puzzled: "Sounds like you got to eat some. But if you tasted it, shouldn’t you know we have good food here?"

Why eat so full in the city?

Aiguli blushed a bit.

"We did eat some. The two kids really liked it, kept wanting to come back to see what Grandpa eats every day... We even bought tickets, but my dad had something come up, so we just refunded them."

Later, Song Shuliang said: there shouldn’t be such big expectations on the kids.

Because he grew up in the countryside, he knew that although there were good things in the village, they were indeed very precious. His dad must have gone to great lengths to send them!

Every time they did a video call asking about work, Seventh Uncle always said he was cooking big pot meals at a family’s place in the village...

When Song Shuliang heard that, didn’t he understand?

Being a chef, one can always get some good stuff. But he can’t have the freedom of three meals a day!

As the honey quickly consumed, and the tea gradually reduced, thinking of the long journey, the desire to come home faded again.

But now, recalling it, Aiguli was just filled with regret.

Song Tan knew not to overdo it, so she proactively changed the topic:

"Doctor Guo, what do you want for New Year? I’ll have my cousin prepare it for you."

Guo Dong sighed: "I can pick vegetables from your field, I can buy tea myself, don’t seem to lack anything... Oh, have him prepare, take two days during New Year to visit my house."

Thinking again, she asked:

"Does Qiaoqiao have those tattoo stickers? Don’t kids usually like playing with that? Get two sheets for her cousin to stick on his arm. Make it fierce!"

Tsk.

Zhang Yanping’s face, that physique, a flower tattoo on the arm, going home for New Year, let’s see who still dares to be noisy!

This left Song Tan at a loss: "If I remember correctly, Qiaoqiao’s stickers are only Peppa and Ultraman now. Do you want them?"

Guo Dong shook her head instantly, that was too inappropriate: "Forget it, I’ll buy it myself, not sure if it can be delivered before New Year."

Song Tan thought about it: "How about this, for New Year, when our family shops, we’ll take you two along, we should be able to find some in the town’s boutiques."

Guo Dong nodded: "Alright!"

She then brought up another topic:

"Next year, there will surely be more people staying in the village, it won’t be appropriate to keep picking your vegetables. Why don’t you make some meal vouchers, I’ll pay to buy them."

"If I feel like cooking, I’ll have Zhang Yanping bring me some vegetables. If not, I’ll go eat at the mountain cafeteria."

How much can Doctor Xiaoguo eat alone?

She’s quite into health, one meal can suffice with a stalk of vegetables for her. Plus, the whole year, things like hawthorn pills, cooling teas, she hasn’t skimped on providing.

Now perhaps she’s dating Zhang Yanping, so she has concerns, that’s why she said this.

Song Tan thought about it and didn’t refuse:

"After the New Year then, when more people are around, we’ll sort it out again."

The two chatted casually, and Guo Dong was already helping massage Aiguli again. In the soreness and swelling of the acupuncture points, Aiguli frowned tightly but couldn’t help thinking:

The hometown of the kids’ dad, it seems life there isn’t worse than their borderlands! It has such a feel of freedom and happiness...

...

The mother and three daughters, after the massage, strolled back to warm up and chat, listening to village stories while sharing the borderland life.

Meanwhile, eyeing the table full of food, secretly drooling.

By the time Song Shuliang returned, it was already 12:00 noon.

Secretary Xiaozu getting into Song Tan’s house would have ready-made food, while Song Shuliang was already starved.

He didn’t expect the morning procedures to have so many steps, one document after another, signing till eyes blurred, occasionally getting a jab from his dad.

Now back in the yard, he found Seventh Grandma and Aiguli weren’t home, the fire from the morning had been half-buried with ash, leaving only slight embers.

The chilly room made him blurt out:

"This house is still too large, winter is too cold, no idea how you’ve lived here all these years, dad."

Seventh Uncle having accomplished things, was in a good mood, simply ignored his son’s complaint.

He simply busied worrying over the pork trotters, eggs and tofu in the stew pot, and whether the pre-cooked meat had been stolen by mice?

At the end, he even opened the freezer, taking out some fried fresh milk made at Qiaoqiao’s house yesterday.

At this moment, Seventh Grandma and the mother-and-daughter trio returned, cheeks flushed from warmth, chatting and laughing happily. Aiguli even volunteered:

"Mom, I’ll help you start the fire."

"Alright!"

Seventh Grandma didn’t refuse: "Your dad likes using two stove tops to cook, perfect for each of us, warming us as we cook."

As for the two little granddaughters, now lively and energetic, not at all showing fear of the cold, kids have abundant energy.

Sitting alone in the hall room for a while, frozen and rubbing his hands and stomping feet, Song Shuliang couldn’t help but take a couple of laps, noticing the large house was excessively quiet without the scattered sounds from the kitchen.

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