Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1159 - 1135. Sorry for the family...

To be honest, although Lun Chuan started a bit early with the cake roll, his time management was great. As a result, even with Song Tan keeping the fire going, she didn’t feel bored, and he didn’t waste a single moment.

The milk had been simmering over low heat for more than ten minutes, and he kept stirring it, causing it to gradually thicken. The sweet aroma in the air grew stronger, even making Song Tan, who usually didn’t like milk, eager to try:

"Is it done yet? Let me have a taste."

Lun Chuan glanced up at her. Through the misty steam, his eyes and brows were blurred, but his expression was gentle. He turned around, took a spoon, and gently scooped some over:

"Careful, it’s hot."

The milk was nearly ready, almost resembling condensed milk, just a bit runnier. Song Tan patiently blew on it before putting it in her mouth, and then her eyes lit up:

"It’s really good! It would go well with steamed buns! Fried bun slices!"

"Yes." Lun Chuan nodded, "But it won’t keep long. I didn’t make much this time; I’ll make a bigger batch in a couple of days."

As he spoke, he turned off the heat and poured the condensed milk out—after looking around the kitchen, he couldn’t find any fancy container, so he had to pour it into a bowl.

Song Tan added more firewood to the stove and curiously asked him, "What else are you planning to make? Chopped scallions?"

Lun Chuan was taken aback, then laughed, "No need for that; the scallions Seventh Uncle chopped this morning are still enough... I’ll check if the meat is done. If it is, we can turn up the heat and finish the meat floss."

...

The kitchen was occupied by the new lovebirds, so Seventh Uncle and Seventh Grandma took a walk along the main road by the door, contemplating:

"Should we renovate the house for the new year?"

Seventh Grandma nodded, "We should tidy up. We don’t farm or cook anymore, and we’ve promised the house to Yanping’s family. We might as well tear it down before the new year comes."

The paperwork was done early; the rest could be completed when their son returns. Yanping’s family had spent all their money, so they needed to act fast too.

The old rural house, especially when Seventh Uncle was a chef known throughout the ten miles and eight villages, was naturally built large.

Now they’re tearing it down to rebuild, leaving space for the young ones from additional reclaimed land, and they will just build a small house for themselves.

As for where their son will stay when he returns for the New Year...

Oh come on, won’t the small house be quick to build? Why wouldn’t it fit? Having not seen him for so many years, who knows what he’s still hung up on?

Might as well tear it down; finalizing things is best!

If worse comes to worst, they can stay in the urban area, where the big house is still preserved! With will certification, it belongs to Qiaoqiao, and they can’t take it away.

But, that said, he is still their child, so the couple felt a bit melancholic. Then again—considering that they can still throw a great banquet, and are healthier than young people, and their monthly wages, besides what they give to Qiaoqiao, can still be saved up.

Along with their original savings, if their son can accompany them for another ten or twenty years, they have more to give him! Much more than what Qiaoqiao is getting!

After mulling it over, Seventh Uncle and Seventh Grandma felt at ease, without a bit of burden!

But, at Lao Song’s family, they weren’t the only ones who were cheerful.

For example, the few young guys up front fervently chopping wood in high spirits, their smiles stretching to the corners of their mouths despite being soaked in sweat in their thin clothes.

Who wouldn’t smile?

Chopping wood for a big meal for themselves and the old man at noon—such a good thing is surely more the merrier!

The only pity is—

Why is it that in the countryside, fires need so little wood?

Just three logs are enough.

If they run out of firewood, they can cut two more logs tomorrow!

The blame is on the diligent Lao Song’s family; even without anything to do, they find some work to do, and in the backyard corner, logs are piled full.

Not the big logs, but whenever they wander up the mountain with time on their hands, they always bring back some dry branches.

For cooking, these twiggy branches burn fast and grow back fast. There are hills everywhere, so they’re never short of them.

Thinking of this, the group eagerly scanned the surroundings again, intending to find some other work to do.

Only Song Sancheng was unaware. Watching the men chop with a wave and a chop, splitting the firewood evenly and neatly, made him exceptionally happy.

Truth be told, cutting trees and chopping wood aren’t easy tasks. For years, he was the only one capable in the family, which was quite a burden.

Especially hauling trees; it was easy to strain his back.

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The young guys not only worked efficiently but also beautifully! Suffice it to say, his own firewood was arranged pretty neatly; yet pushing the cart to the backyard, they astonishingly stacked the wet logs so neatly that it was more than pleasing to the eye.

One comparison across both sides, and the difference was obvious.

What’s that called? Isn’t it what they call healing OCD online?

Song Sancheng couldn’t help but take a video and happily post it to his social media.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Lun Chuan was constantly stirring the meat floss in the pot with a spatula.

At this point, all the juices had evaporated, and the meat chunks were pressed into strands with the spatula. Now, frying over low heat nonstop, the meat floss was starting to take shape.

Correspondingly, the unique aroma of the meat floss became more intense. At this moment, Song Tan had completely forgotten about the sweet condensed milk and was solely focused on her meat floss roll.

The only regret is—

"Oh! The wheat was planted late!" She lamented widely, since the cream had been whipped, but the low-gluten flour was store-bought—truly a minor imperfection!

Lun Chuan laughed: "That’s why I didn’t make much, it’s just to try the taste... Hmm, next time I’ll make a fried chicken cutlet rice burger."

He explained, "No flour, but rice cakes. Press the rice into patties, fresh and not greasy. Tenderize the chicken for better flavor before frying... I’ve tried it at home and it’s pretty good; Qiaoqiao should like it."

The only problem is...

"I forgot, we don’t have chicken cutlets at home... Otherwise, we could use pork chops. Fried pork chops have a different kind of fragrance."

Song Tan tossed the fire tongs aside, suddenly resembling a domineering CEO: "Who said we don’t have it? We definitely do."

She rubbed her hands eagerly: "When will we make it? I’ll take you to pick out the chicken cutlets."

Thinking of chicken cutlets brought her back to her several collected food videos. Song Tan had a sudden idea and asked, "Do you know how to stew clear broth lamb?"

"Like the free-range, non-gamey mountain goat, with tender meat. Just a bit of salt and pepper, add some chopped cabbage and vermicelli..."

Lun Chuan: ...

Yes, he could, but Seventh Uncle and Master Jiang from the mountain would probably do it better.

It’s just...

Him coming here, isn’t he being a bit unfair to the chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep at home?

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