Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1157 - 1133. Slurp slurp, so spicy!

Sure enough, just past 7:30, the sound of a pickup truck came from outside the yard.

When the truck stopped, they saw that the bed was already piled with several large logs and tangled branches sticking out in all directions.

In addition, there were two big fabric bags of brown dry leaves and pine needles in the corner.

"Not many people go up that mountain over there. When I saw how thick the leaves were, and Tantan still had two bags in the car, I just filled up two bags to use as kindling."

Since the family often used a wood stove, these things were indispensable. However, before they could unload the truck, Song Sancheng was already sniffing:

"Whoa! This chili oil! Really packs a punch... But I need to eat less, those chilies are too spicy, my hemorrhoids are acting up..."

Recently, since the weather’s been cold, Seventh Uncle likes to cook with dried chili skins like those little millet chilies from summer. Those things are so spicy that only people from the subtle Xijiang side could handle it.

But Song Sancheng is both a bad cook and a big eater. After just a couple of meals, his hemorrhoids were faintly acting up, and as soon as he smelled the aroma, his mouth started watering again.

Even someone who eats well every day has this reaction, let alone the five young men beside him who are already ravenous.

Since they burn through a lot of energy at their age, they couldn’t spare time to wash their hands with hot water in the restroom, and just washed them at the outdoor faucet.

Turning around, with a slightly dark face, they gave a spirited smile:

"Uncle, are we chopping wood out in the courtyard later?"

Oh come on! Oh come on!

With such diligent young men, who could bear to let them go hungry?

Not to mention the old men like Zhu who had already grabbed big bowls and found a spot in the yard to gulp down their food. frёeωebɳovel.com

Song Sancheng nodded, waving an arm: "If you’re hungry, go get some rice. We don’t have many rules for breakfast at our place; help yourselves."

The four young men were absolutely itching to do just that, and with just a few strides, they rushed into the kitchen, making Song Sancheng click his tongue:

"Wow! Look at those moves, just like those special forces guys on TV! It’s better to stay young and keep active."

Inside the kitchen, a crowd was lined up according to their own preferences, concocting their bowls with ingredients:...

Then meeting Seventh Uncle’s pensive gaze, they all cleared their throats: "Ahem..."

They were trying to say something to change the subject when Seventh Uncle immediately tightened his face: "You young lads shouldn’t get cocky from a little praise! And quit coughing, we’re having a meal here."

All of them:...

...

Meanwhile, Song Sancheng counted the people in the yard and turned to Song Tan who had just come out of the kitchen with a bowl:

"Where’s Xiaolun? And his friend?"

Song Tan was stirring her bowl, mixing the fine red chili flakes, crispy sesame seeds, and fresh green cilantro and scallions, all evenly before taking a bite:

"He’s not done working... his friend can’t get out of bed until at least eight o’clock."

Song Sancheng didn’t think much of it; in the summer, when Zhang Yanping and the others laze around, it sometimes drags on until past eight. Besides, it’s only 7:30 now, and the sun has just come up.

But this thought passed quickly, and he came out of the kitchen urging Song Tan:

"Hurry up and call Xiaolun down for breakfast first!"

He lowered his voice: "In just this short time, you see those young men are already on their second bowl. If they eat five bowls later, I’m afraid the rice noodles we made this morning won’t be enough."

Song Tan:...

Alright, she went upstairs and knocked on the third-floor door: "Time for breakfast!"

Qin Yun and He Kuang were surprisingly up early, not even knowing when they finally went to sleep last night, just hazily drifting off. They only knew they hadn’t updated, yet they slept incredibly well.

"Why... is living in the countryside so healthy?" All they could think of were the blurry memories of crashing onto the bed after using the bathroom. As for what they wrote last night...

After opening the document, they found a mess of words that didn’t seem to connect to any of their updates.

Looking at the comments... well, they were getting roasted...

Fortunately, a mature writer should learn to be as thick-skinned as a hardened series of knives. Since they hadn’t updated, they might as well go enjoy a wholesome breakfast...

And ask in passing: "Song Tan, how did you and Lun Chuan get together?"

Song Tan thought for a moment: "I thought he kind of liked me, I found him kind of handsome, and Aunt said we made a good match, so I asked him if he was okay with it."

After saying this, she turned and went downstairs to knock on Lun Chuan’s room door.

Unaware, the two brothers were on the balcony, feeling melancholy: "It sounds like... Song Tan doesn’t really like Chuan Er that much?"

"I get the same feeling, maybe he just thought she was pretty and was led by his desires, playing with her feelings?"

The two went downstairs, worried, until a particularly strong spicy smell wafted from the yard, and Wu Lan greeted them with a smile holding a big bowl:

"Didn’t one bowl satisfy you last night? There’s more this morning."

Well then! The slippery rice noodles, with the chili being especially stimulating, made their mouths water instantly. They ended up squatting in the hallway with no regard for appearance, mumbling:

"Actually, feelings develop over time... Slurp! It’s so good!"

"Slurp... So spicy... I think so too. Our Chuan Er is good-looking, we shouldn’t say his feelings aren’t real just because of his strengths."

"Sssss, so spicy but satisfying... Besides, you see how after Song Tan was saved, she kept sending stuff to Chuan Er the entire year, all the good stuff. Even if they broke up, she’d definitely be kind..."

"Yeah, she has a good character, they should just date for now... I won’t add chili to my next bowl."

"Actually, it may not be her taking advantage of Chuan Er after all. It’s always the girl who suffers in these things; we can’t be too biased... Sss ha sss ha... I need some soy milk!"

"Slurp... Slurp... Oh this spicy... I think they actually make a good match, Song Tan is rich, pretty, and even lifts pigs, it’s perfect for Chuan Er... he’s too delicate..."

As they chatted, their voices grew louder, and without realizing it, the whole Song family gathered behind them, even Lun Jing stood by, looking increasingly awkward.

Until Song Tan brought Lun Chuan downstairs, standing on the stairs looking down, to see everyone centered around Qin Yun and He Kuang in a semi-circle, all looking up intently!

She was a bit confused and instinctively turned to glance at Lun Chuan...

Hmm, with the morning light shining on him, wearing a simple black sweater, he looked even more handsome, no wonder everyone was staring.

Only Lun Chuan couldn’t help but touch his nose, feeling like something was off.

Then he looked at Qin Yun and He Kuang eating without any reaction and hesitated, asking:

"Am I... late?"

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