Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1153 - 1129. Tomorrow mix rice skin

Song Tan rested her chin on Lun Chuan’s shoulder, and seriously thought for a moment: "Indeed."

It really is quite magical! The pivotal events of two lifetimes have had different outcomes, especially when they involve him! And even lower odds were achieved when Lun Chuan happened to have such top-tier looks.

"Fate really is so mysterious!" Song Tan repeated with a sigh.

Then she hugged Lun Chuan’s waist, tilted her head on his shoulder, and saw the few intersecting scars behind his fair earlobe.

She leaned over and gently kissed there, her tongue delicately touching the newly-formed soft flesh, moving slightly. Lun Chuan could only feel a small electric current transmitting straight up his spine to his head, and his whole body shivered in an instant.

Instinctively, he moved slightly, but it was as if an iron clasp was around his waist, holding him immobile.

The next moment, he heard Song Tan’s stifled laughter, her warm breath seeping through his lightweight breathable shirt to his shoulder, making him feel a warm sensation that couldn’t be ignored.

"Haha, my sensitive boyfriend, what to do? Will you be this sensitive every time we put ointment on the scars?"

For once, Lun Chuan was somewhat embarrassed, his cheeks and ears slightly red: "Normal ointment application, of course, I wouldn’t..."

"Hmm?"

Song Tan looked up at him in surprise: "I didn’t say anything about abnormal application! Where is your mind going?"

Lun Chuan closed his mouth.

In such intimate moments, for now, he wasn’t as bold as Song Tan. But...

He took a slow, subtle deep breath: Things will get better in the future.

Yet, just as this thought crossed his mind, he felt a wet warmth on his earlobe, being nibbled and softly bitten, feeling the teeth grinding gently —

"Stop..."

He said softly, his head tilting slightly to the side, but his arms around Song Tan’s waist instinctively tightened, and then his ear turned suddenly cool, with Song Tan looking at him with a bit of a sigh:

"You are really sensitive..."

This is a burden he must carry!

Princess Pea is truly like Princess Pea, even if not with him, probably no one else could withstand such a delicate feeling.

After all, even though he was strong, slightly rougher materials would make him uncomfortable. For instance, lifting heavy objects he could manage, but would need to endure the pain of rough hands.

Thus, there isn’t much he could do in everyday life...

This novelty of contradiction might be fresh for a while, but as time passes, it might become a burden.

Of course, Spiritual Energy doesn’t necessarily bring only downsides to someone with high affinity like him; his physical fitness, recovery, endurance, and such would all improve greatly.

It’s a trade-off, really.

But all this occurred without the other party being aware, and now Song Tan felt a bit guilty.

Though Lun Chuan wasn’t aware, he just couldn’t lift his head. After all, he never had such intimate contact before, nor had he thought his sensitivity would react in such a way.

Though the progress was slightly fast, this kind of contact was actually nothing much for a couple. Yet he found himself unable to cope for now...

Lun Chuan didn’t speak, his face and neck were just so hot that Song Tan had to stifle her laughter, at last hugging him, her head on his shoulder trembling.

Until someone downstairs was calling her: "Tantan, Tantan! The Huang Dou is ready, come and eat!"

Lun Chuan quickly urged her: "You go eat; I’ll stay and handle some work first."

As soon as Song Tan loosened her grip, he pushed her out and closed the door behind her.

Holding their bowls and sneaking gossip at the staircase, Qin Yun and He Kuang: ...

Wait, wasn’t this scene supposed to be reversed between a man and a woman? Something seems off here?

...

As Song Tan went downstairs, Qiaoqiao was pushing the little stone mill at home, and below it was the gurgling white rice paste. Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh: "Why not use the blender?"

Seventh Uncle glanced at her: "That thing is so loud it could wake the pigs on the back hill. I’m just trying it to compare the texture... What were you doing? Didn’t you hear anything?"

The house isn’t that soundproof, is it?

Song Tan swiftly changed the topic: "What’re you making? Rice gruel?"

Seventh Uncle hummed twice, having gone through this before, he didn’t expose her: "Lately, there isn’t much farm work. If we keep eating so much, for what? I’m just thinking of grinding some rice flour and rice skin, have rice skin for breakfast, and cook rice noodles for lunch."

He picked up an oily and crispy Huang Dou, putting it in his mouth; crispy, crunchy, and delicious, even an eighty-year-old could chew it, it’s really tasty!

"See, we fry the Huang Dou so well, it’d be such a waste not to pair it with some rice noodles!"

Wu Lan laughed, shaking the bowl of rice paste, waiting for it to be steamed: "You’re only doing it for those dumplings with vinegar, aren’t you?"

Seventh Uncle laughed too: "Haven’t had it for years, just trying something new!"

Then he couldn’t help but daydream: "If only there were enough sweet potatoes, we could have made some sweet potato flour too... By the way, next year when the wheat is ripe, sesame paste noodles, beef noodles, and homemade noodles, we should have more of those!"

"Sure thing!" When it comes to food, Song Tan never refuses Seventh Uncle’s arrangements, and now she thought again:

"Why isn’t it snowing yet? If it doesn’t snow soon, the wheat won’t grow well."

Speaking of snow, everyone grew worried: "These few nights have been too cold, if it doesn’t snow soon, the Lin Grass roots in your grandpa’s fields might not survive the frost."

"Exactly, this year Tantan said some biological method was used, so there weren’t any pests, which is nice. But if it doesn’t snow, and the pests survive, what if they become resistant next year?"

The family chatted away, finally checking the weather forecast one more time, realizing there was a heavy snow forecast for next week, and felt satisfied.

It was much like the days during the farming season when everyone would hold their bowls at 7:30, squatting in front of the TV waiting for the weather forecast.

Song Tan looked down at the trays of rice paste:

"Is this all we’re making tonight?"

"Yes." Seventh Uncle nodded: "First make enough for tomorrow morning; the rest, Qiaoqiao said he’ll be streaming in the morning, and it’ll be hard for the kids to see clearly at night."

"Tomorrow morning, I’ll make both rice skin and rice noodles. This time, I’ll assign homework and make sure the results are good!"

He rinsed the stone mill with a hose, his determination evident.

Song Tan: ... cough.

She didn’t respond to that and thought about Secretary Xiaozu running around with the electricity reform for next year, and asked Seventh Uncle:

"After making these, mixing them isn’t much work. If there’s some extra, let’s send some to Secretary Xiaozu’s family tomorrow, shall we?"

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Gosh, they’re so old, watching them it’s hard not to feel pity.

Seventh Uncle hummed, in fact, he was old too, but he simply couldn’t refuse.

Why?

"Those young fellows are more diligent than your boyfriend. Invite them to help your dad with felling some trees on the mountain tomorrow, to chop some firewood for us."

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