Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1135 - 1111. Do you want to give some money?

Lun Chuan’s response was so genuine, Song Tan gave Wu Lan, who had been acting a bit odd today, a half-smiling glance.

She understood the matchmaking mindset; Lun Chuan was indeed quite handsome, and his physique was quite interesting...

But that’s no reason for them to get overly enthusiastic about it! It’s time to let the dear mom see what city life is really like.

Who knew a dear mom is dear precisely because she has her own filter!

For instance, Wu Lan really admired Lun Chuan, this young man, and naturally nodded in agreement at this moment:

"Oh, Xiaochuan is so good-looking, having ten or eight assistants just to be a star is fitting, hiring someone for housework is of course necessary."

She didn’t just say it herself, she even persuaded Lun Jing: "Nowadays young people have plenty of choices. If the kid is capable, let’s not interfere, hire a cleaner if they want. This storytelling business consumes a lot of energy!"

"Look at Tantan, she does nothing at home, even asks Qiaoqiao to pour her a cup of tea... I didn’t even have the face to point it out."

Song Tan: ...

Well well, truly a dear mom!

She protested, "Mom, am I not working? We just have different roles. Why don’t I wash the intestines, and you all can change the water."

Don’t think her work is simple and without skill.

As she spoke, she moved to push Lun Chuan aside at the sink, but who knew he would directly pick up the basin and turn sideways:

"The water is too cold; girls shouldn’t touch it."

Wu Lan burst into laughter: "Go take a break, what do you know in the kitchen? You’re not even as quick as Xiaochuan with chores."

While saying this, she even advised Lun Chuan: "After this wash, turn over the intestines, the uneven side is the surface, you need to peel off the top oil layer, or it won’t taste good..."

Lun Chuan watched her motion, nodded obediently, and then buried himself in work again.

Song Tan didn’t mind; she just took Wu Lan’s basin:

"Mom, be satisfied. I can’t cook, but I can farm! There are thousands who can cook, but how many can farm as well as I can?"

The women were talking, while Song Sancheng was completely oblivious, seeing as Lun Chuan sat beside him, he hastily put down the greasy intestines and asked quietly:

"Tell me, any good car recommendations around 400,000? Can Tantan buy it for me?"

With such an innocent face, saying such dreamy things, even considerate as Lun Chuan was a bit at a loss.

Though he didn’t know Song Tan that well, she had already dodged Song Sancheng’s car talk a few times.

Four hundred thousand?

More like forty thousand, that might be possible.

After some thought, Lun Chuan said tactfully, "Nowadays cars depreciate quickly with the big discounts. How about considering one for around a hundred thousand?"

...

The intestines were washed till about 8 PM last night, with everyone bending over the small stools, and before bedtime, everyone was stretching and groaning about back pain.

Yet, early the next morning, everyone still got up in high spirits.

Except for Qin Yun and He Kuang.

Weibo did bring them some attention; despite not having much impact on their performance, the key was to seize the opportunity.

So, the two worked hard last night, typing up 20,000 words rapidly, now sleeping like a log, dead to the world...

Of course, they couldn’t make it for breakfast.

Lun Chuan, used to waking up at six, extended breakfast to 7:30, which was enough for him to finish a Chapter.

"Is setting off at 9:00 okay?" he asked patiently, "I still have a bit of today’s task to finish."

"Sure, sure." Song Tan wasn’t much interested in shopping—anyone working in the fields every day wouldn’t be keen on dressing up, she guessed.

Now sitting idly, she waved her hand, "Go ahead and finish your work. 9:00 isn’t late, after all, many shopping malls in the urban area open around nine."

Thinking for a moment, she then said to Song Sancheng, who was already dressed up and excitedly waiting: "Dad, I’m planning to buy mom some gold jewelry. How about you? Look how nice my gold bracelet is; won’t you buy mom a big one too?"

She said, extending her arm to show off, the slender gold bracelet with arabesque patterns shimmering on her fair wrist, glowing brightly in the morning light.

Instinctively, Lun Chuan turned his head to take a glance, recognizing the bracelet was brought by Lun Jing; they had looked at the patterns together at the counter.

Song Sancheng was dumbfounded: "Where would I have the money?"

Heaven knows, he used to hand his money over to Wu Lan when he was young, and now even with family well-off, Tan Tan would transfer funds directly to Wu Lan.

He, as a proper man, when did he ever have the right to hold onto money?

Now, even searching all over, he’d likely only scrape together a few thousand, due to some recent personal expenses requiring him to settle bills and therefore hold onto a bit more.

Song Tan chuckled softly: "With no money, what are you rushing for... Take it easy, we depart at nine, you can rest a bit more."

Rest for what?

Song Sancheng hurried over, showing Song Tan the dozen or so car photos saved in his phone:

"Look, isn’t this car nice?"

"How about this one? You like this color, right? The seats inside are pretty spacious too."

"This one’s a bit pricier... but look how neat the sunroof is!"

"Actually, this one might still be the best..."

Song Tan browsed through the phone album, discovering at least a few hundred photos. Clearly, Song Sancheng had given it serious thought, selectively showing her only a dozen or so.

But she wasn’t familiar with car prices, so she returned the phone, "They all look good. After shopping, let’s go to a 4S dealership, and we’ll get whichever fits the budget."

Though she didn’t mention the budget, her assurance was enough to delight Song Sancheng.

Seeing this, Song Tan hesitated and whispered to Wu Lan:

"Mom, maybe I should give Dad a little more money?" freewebnøvel_com

For someone his age, it seems a bit off to go out without much money in hand.

But Wu Lan quickly shook her head: "No, no, you still don’t know your dad’s nature. If he gets a car, he’d surely brag in the village, and when coaxed, he’d lend money away at the drop of a hat."

Lending money should be about helping in emergencies, not poverty.

But the village folks all know their family is capable now, so no matter how much is owed, it’s a sign of capability.

If they borrow a few thousand or tens of thousands, how could they honestly push them to repay later?

"Besides, your dad’s like a balloon, inflates easily—can’t give him too much money! Haven’t you heard that someone in the neighboring village lost over ten thousand in a night playing cards?"

"Men! No matter how hard-earned the money, once they start caring about face, they disregard everything."

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