Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1222 - 1186: Xiaodu’s Thoughts [Double-Length]

Chapter 1222: Chapter 1186: Xiaodu’s Thoughts [Double-Length]

He said this, feeling a bit aggrieved.

Seventh Uncle calmly said: "The main reason is this fish is expensive, not easy to buy! If you don’t believe me, ask Aiguli."

Aiguli was already carefully picking out fish bones, and without lifting her head, she nodded:

"That’s right, Song Tan told me that they just sold this fish a few days ago, forty yuan per jin—Mom and Dad, you are so good to me!"

"Forty yuan per jin?!"

Song Shuliang exclaimed: "Is this like those premium teas, especially hard to obtain top-quality stuff? Dad, you are really generous."

Although the crucian carp is small, all together it was just over two jin, yet this price gives an overall sense of expensiveness.

The younger daughter became a bit impatient with picking bones, and reached out again: "Grandpa, I want a tofu rice crust ball."

"Alright, alright!" Seventh Uncle nodded quickly: "It’s ready for you, warming in the pot! You eat the fish first, slowly, finish it then eat the rice ball—I even filled one with salted egg yolk."

Wow!

Fragrant and oily salted egg yolk!

The mouths of the two little girls were watering, looking at the medium-sized fish on the table, patiently wearing it down bit by bit.

Song Shuliang:...

He smelled the tantalizingly fragrant crucian carp, then glanced at the ordinary shredded radish fried meat and cabbage tofu stew on the table.

Though these two dishes were fresh and flavorful, compared to the crucian carp, they were just not in the same league!

It’s said that elders spoil the younger generation, but in doing so, how does my status fall so drastically?

At that thought, he felt quite stifled inside. Suddenly, his appetite diminished, and after hastily scoffing down a bowl of rice, he took the bowl to the kitchen:

"I’m going out for a walk."

Seventh Uncle didn’t look up: "Go ahead."

Alright, alright!

Song Shuliang looked at everyone engrossed in eating, they seemed like a complete family, while he appeared as the unwelcomed outsider!

He placed the bowl on the stove, walked to the kitchen door, then suddenly remembered something and returned.

He lifted the pot lid, instantly! The domineering aroma of rice wafted over him, and in the pot, slightly warmed, were three rice balls. The golden-brown crust mixed with the pure white rice, thinking about the oily salted egg yolk and tofu inside...

Slurp!

For just a moment, Song Shuliang felt a disgraceful surge of saliva! But he had only finished a bowl of rice earlier!

These were merely ordinary rice balls!

He wanted to resist the craving, but thought: this is my home!

Why should there be food and I can’t eat it! Besides, it’s just a few rice balls.

So he reached out, picked the big one in the middle, and strolled out.

Biting into the first mouthful while walking.

When Aiguli helped tidy up the dishes and bowls for storage, she saw a familiar figure sitting on the steps at the kitchen door.

"What are you doing here?" Aiguli asked curiously, looking at him.

Behind her, the two daughters, carrying an empty bowl, walked back seriously, glanced in curiosity upon hearing this.

Aiguli was even more annoyed:

"Can’t you see Mom and Dad are busy? Why are you sitting idly here unwilling to help them?"

"Qi Ming and Siyue even help wash dishes!"

Song Shuliang raised his head in confusion, then upon seeing them, his gaze turned accusing:

"I just want to know, these days at home, have you been eating such good stuff every day?"

He spun around twice, ultimately couldn’t suppress these mixed feelings, he shouted again:

"Dad, Mom, how come I’ve never had a taste of such good things these days!"

He spread his hands, wanting to show the rice ball he had eaten, but his palm didn’t even have rice residue left, so he quickly changed the gesture pointing to the kitchen stove.

"Why is there nothing for me?"

Before Seventh Uncle could reply, Aiguli suddenly remembered something and quickly went to lift the pot lid.

Only to find inside the pot, where three rice balls were supposed to be warming, only two small ones remained.

"Song! Shuliang!"

Aiguli, angry, grumbled: "No reason! The girls and I start the fire, accompany Mom for walks, help Dad wash and clean... what about you? You just run around then play games until you can’t find anyone!"

"Dad’s right, good stuff shouldn’t be given to you!"