Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 121 - : 121. Are you interested in my house? _1

Chapter 121: 121. Are you interested in my house? _1

This really is playing the role of a dutiful niece.

Song Tan looked at her, “Auntie, it’s a whole house, why didn’t you ask my brother to take care of Seventh Uncle?”

Her aunt Zhu Lingqi’s son was not yet married, and although the aunt had some family assets, how could it not be feasible to have one more property?

The aunt shyly replied, “How do you know I didn’t ask?”

Her calculating eyes had thoroughly weighed the cost: Seventh Uncle and his spouse are capable enough to not need any care; they can eat and drink on their own, at most requiring a visit every now and then.

If they really fell ill, the couple had already stated they don’t want anyone spending money on them, as they have medical insurance and savings of their own.

It was just that if they ever became unable to take care of themselves in the future, they would need to be looked after. But even if they hired a caregiver to attend to them daily, how much could that possibly cost?

Seventh Uncle’s current house, in a new development and considering the property prices of an 18th-tier city like Yun City, could sell for 8,500 yuan per square meter in such a sluggish market, which is a testament to it having all the perks of a school district and central city location.

Plus, the compensation for the house in the event of demolition was substantial, boasting over 170 square meters… With such a desirable house, who would ever complain about having too much?

That’s why, as soon as Seventh Uncle hinted at the idea, his aunt quickly volunteered herself.

At the time, she was making her pancake spread on the stall; Seventh Uncle walked by carrying groceries, and, smelling the aroma, he criticized her:

“You really are clueless. I’ve taught you so many times, how can you still not get pickling sour mustard greens right? One sniff of these cowpeas and it’s clear something’s off.”

His aunt’s egg pancakes included a sprinkle of sour cowpeas to enhance the flavor, but who had the time to fuss around with that? She bought them ready-made.

In fact, his aunt thought they tasted quite good, pity that Seventh Uncle didn’t approve.

Luckily, there was no one else around, sparing the dignity of those sour cowpeas.

The aunt wasn’t upset.

Her skill in making egg pancakes today was all thanks to Seventh Uncle’s guidance back in the day. So she smiled and expressed that she didn’t have the patience for it, and then indirectly reminded Seventh Uncle about letting her son take care of him in his old age.

Seventh Uncle was a straightforward person. Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow and looked at her: “You’ve got your eye on my house, haven’t you?”

His aunt thought she had a chance and was overjoyed as she rubbed her hands together:

“Look at what you’re saying, who wouldn’t want that house? Rest assured, our family can promise to take care of you with dignity and respect.”

But Seventh Uncle was not convinced.

“You only have one son, who already has two elders to care for. Once he gets married, he’ll have children too. And if he marries an only child, there will be two more elders on that side… when will it be our turn?”

“It doesn’t work that way, Uncle.”

His aunt was stubborn: “Aren’t we still capable of moving around? A little cleaning and washing, and we’re just as efficient as young people.”

Song Tan was curious, “Auntie, I think what you’re saying makes sense. Why exactly did Seventh Uncle refuse?”

Her auntie’s family was indeed expert in household management. Her uncle didn’t talk much, but he was honest and straightforward.

She hadn’t interacted much with her elder cousin, but he seemed to be reasonably reliable.

Just by looking at how neat and spirited her aunt kept herself every day, you’d know that if Seventh Uncle had agreed, they all even lived in the neighborhood across from them, so convenient, right?

His aunt sighed:

“Actually, all those are just excuses; he mainly looks down on me.:

What did Seventh Uncle say at the time?

“…Hongmei, I know you’re a capable person, but at my age, I like to enjoy life.”

“You live your days so pinched and frugal, that won’t do for me, I can’t accept that.”

Especially because his aunt loved to dive into the closing market to haggle fiercely over prices, which particularly irked Seventh Uncle!

He believed: to enjoy vegetables and meat, they must be fresh, or of the absolute best quality.

This philosophy of life of his aunt was completely at odds with his.

“Pfft!”

Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Never would he have imagined that one day his aunt would be disliked for being too frugal.

The aunt sighed, “I thought about it later, your Seventh Uncle really sees through people.”

“For instance, if I really agreed to serve him, he would still go to that big supermarket every day, looking at all sorts of imported fruits and vegetables. Anything new, he has to try.”

“Just accompanying him on one trip to the supermarket, I feel like I’d lose three years of my life… No way, we’re just not from the same family.”

“So, you see,” the aunt said earnestly,

“Tantan, when you have time, discuss it with your parents. If it seems possible, I’ll take you to meet Seventh Uncle. You flatter the old man, who’s stubborn as hell.”

She sounded slightly regretful, “If you could bring your Milk Vetch over, I swear, he wouldn’t say anything, and would just take granny back home.”

“No rush, no rush.”

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Song Tan wasn’t dazed by the prospect of a house; he was being rational at the moment: “Let’s not even talk about whether I can offer a high salary, where would Seventh Uncle live if he came back?”

“Besides, I was hoping to find a chef. Seventh Uncle is already quite old, he wouldn’t be able to do the work, would he?”

“You kid!”

The aunt looked at her, quite disappointed, “Young people, why are you not more flexible in your thinking? Seventh Uncle has his own old house. He’ll fancy you all right, it’s just a fifteen or twenty-minute walk.”

“And who told you that someone in their sixties or seventies can’t work? People say that being in your forties or fifties is middle-aged. Look at your dad with a hoe, isn’t he still strong?”

“As for Seventh Uncle’s health, not to boast, but he could easily live to be over ninety without any trouble!”

“That old man is really upbeat and youthful. Last winter he was still roasting chestnuts with iron sand at home. Try finding someone in their twenties or thirties and see if they can do the job?”

“Furthermore,” Qiaoqiao’s silhouette, running back and forth in the rapeseed field beyond the dimly visible bamboo, was especially lively, the aunt murmured softly,

“If you get Seventh Uncle to cook, and let Qiaoqiao help him, with carrying vegetables, washing them and such, the old man would just need to work the wok.”

“Teach him for three to five years, ten to twenty years, Qiaoqiao will be able to cook himself, mastering a skill, isn’t that more dependable than relying on you all?”

“Having a father and a mother is not as good as having your own ability.”

“In the future when you start a family, you can’t take Qiaoqiao with you everywhere.”

Starting a family hadn’t even crossed Song Tan’s mind.

But for Qiaoqiao, learning another skill indeed seemed like a good idea.

Although he could already spin honey and was starting to understand beekeeping, what does it matter if a big guy like him gets tired? It’s always good to have more skills!

Song Tan quickly swung his hoe and dug up a huge bamboo shoot infused with Spiritual Energy from beneath his feet for his aunt:

“Auntie, you are truly awesome.”

Song Tan was initially pondering how to convince Wu Lan, who was reluctant to pay wages. But with Qiaoqiao as an excuse, she would probably urge him to speak to Seventh Uncle as early as tonight.

Seeing the two baskets full of bamboo shoots, the aunt was also overjoyed:

“What’s the big deal! Favors should stay within the family, I just love how considerate my niece is. Not like your uncle’s household, where without any real matter, his wife is so heartbroken she’d rather spoil the child than snare a wolf!”

She said proudly, “I haven’t even given Seventh Uncle a hint, let alone told your uncle!”