Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 146 - 146. Deluxe Breakfast_1

Chapter 146: 146. Deluxe Breakfast_1 Chapter 146: 146. Deluxe Breakfast_1 There weren’t many people eating breakfast in the morning, just Song Youde and his spouse, as well as Zhang Yanping, who loved to sleep in, and the family of Seventh Uncle.

That made it nine people in total.

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After Seventh Uncle had confirmed the number of people and reevaluated yesterday’s amount of food, without another word, he and Seventh Grandma began washing rice and starting the fire, ready to cook.

For those working on the farm, a solid breakfast was essential early in the morning; otherwise, they’d have no energy.

Song Tan had just gotten up, and seeing this scene, she couldn’t help but laugh:

“Seventh Uncle, why are you even getting Seventh Grandma involved in the kitchen? Doesn’t this mean I’m essentially paying two people with one salary? I’m getting a great deal here.”

Seventh Uncle said with a bullish snort:

“Your measly salary is barely anything, just a token really. It’s good for your Seventh Grandma to do some work. When you get older, you can’t just sit around doing nothing, or you’ll just waste away.”

He did have a point.

If the elderly in the village stopped being active gradually, regardless of whether it was due to physical inability or sheer unwillingness, their health would rapidly decline.

But what did he mean by a measly salary?

Song Tan thought to herself: Uncle Zhang on the mountain only gets two thousand a month!

She didn’t say anything else, only turned to Song Sancheng and said, “Dad, you’ve also been worked up these past few days. Don’t do any farm work today. I’ll go to Grandpa’s house later to bring back the pig feed. You guys can just stay home and weigh the bamboo shoots.”

In the past, Song Sancheng would definitely have said: How could my daughter do such heavy work?

But now, he said with a beaming smile, “Ah, what a filial daughter I have! Sure, don’t worry. I’ll sort out those bamboo shoots perfectly for you!”

Upon reaching Grandma and Grandpa’s house, Song Youde had just returned from outside, his shoes still covered with some wet mud. Looking up at the overcast sky, he declared with certainty, “It’s definitely going to rain today. Tantan, are you still going to sell vegetables?”

“Selling!” Song Tan was even more certain, “The rain won’t be heavy today. Besides, I’ve already notified everyone in the group.”

“Alright.” To the villagers, a bit of rain was nothing serious: “Just remember to wear a hat.”

Grandma skillfully used a big ladle to fill a bucket with pig feed; through it, she seemed to envision her chubby piglets…

“Tantan, those piglets have been growing for over half a month now, and they’re getting big really fast. Now that it’s about to warm up, can we stop cooking their food?”

Just rinsing some wheat bran and rice chaff with water and mixing it with various other scraps, the pigs would still eat just fine.

“Yes,” Song Tan nodded:

“Grandma, you should have reminded me earlier. I forgot; I made you all put in too much work again.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all!” Wang Lifen laughed so hard her eyes nearly disappeared in her cheeks, “Having something to do every day makes life complete!”

“Furthermore, the piglets were still too young. It’s better for them to eat cooked feed for a few more days, just to be safe.”

Song Youde, who was scraping mud off the soles of his rubber shoes, also spoke up happily, “Tantan, did you go check the fields? The seedlings we transplanted yesterday look full of life today. I’m sure we’re going to have a bountiful harvest this year!”

Song Tan thought to herself, how could they not thrive?

Just last night, she had climbed the back mountain; for the first few hours, she divvied up her energy amongst the Peach Forest, and the next few hours, she gave it to the fields.

Da Wang, Dabao, and Erbao were all having the time of their lives, only Sanbao and Sibao in the Chestnut Woods were left feeling short-changed.

She would have to make sure they all got their share tonight!

Alas, it’s spinning the top during the day and twirling it at night!

If they didn’t have a good harvest, it would be like trampling on over a hundred years of reputation!

Unfortunately, her troubles were known to no one.

Song Youde made some calculations:

“Is there any work to be done this morning? If not, I’ll take some nets to catch fish in the irrigation ditches. A lot of fish came downstream with the water release yesterday.”

Speaking of this, Song Tan wanted to sigh again.

To raise good fish, the two ponds couldn’t lack Spiritual Energy. She felt like a sponge tightly held in someone’s grasp, squeezed of every drop here and there—utterly drained.

After thinking for a moment:

“No rush, Grandpa, why don’t you and Dad build a few large stoves at the entrance with Seventh Uncle? It’s better to have a spacious area for our family meals.”

Despite their numbers totaling only nine, when they truly let themselves eat, their appetites could easily match those of twenty people. It just wasn’t right to always confine Seventh Uncle to his tiny kitchen.

“Okay.”

Song Youde glanced at the sky: “Then you go sell vegetables early today. I’ll build a shed with your dad this morning to set up the stoves. It looks like it might rain in the afternoon; afterward, we’ll take a look at how to repair the inside of Seventh Uncle’s old house.”

Grandma Wang Lifan was still somewhat bewildered: “Are we… Are we not busy anymore?”

In the previous days, they were as busy as if they were at war, particularly during her tea harvesting which made her feel anxious.

Now they said it would be peaceful, and she was a little at a loss.

After thinking, she quickly tied up her basket: “The food isn’t ready yet, is it? I’ll take a turn around Tea Mountain first.”

Song Tan couldn’t help but smile wryly: “Grandma, even if you take two laps, I’m only paying you a hundred bucks a day for your labor, why bother? You should take it easy when you can.”

Wang Lifan laughed as well: “Helping my granddaughter, why would I be lazy? But I can’t get much done if I go around Tea Mountain and come back just in time for lunch… How about I help you feed the pigs instead?”

Oh no, that wouldn’t do.

The mountain paths were difficult to walk, and with the heavy pig food buckets in hand, her small-framed grandma might not be able to handle it.

Song Tan thought for a moment: “There’s a lot of wild vegetables growing on the back mountain; if you have time, Grandma, you could also help pick some.”

At the Peach Forest, since the soil was recently turned and exposed to the sun, the grass roots didn’t sprout so quickly.

But around the outskirts where Spiritual Energy had dispersed, the wild vegetables grew rapidly. Even though it was already past Qingming Festival, fresh sprouts still emerged.

—It would really be a shame not to eat them.

However, Grandma thought for a moment: “Ask your mother to go, tell her to take a break as well. I’ll still go pick tea leaves; there’s a wage for that.”

Song Tan: …

That hundred yuan wage was really useful.

As she carried the pig food bucket back, she saw Wu Lan and Song Sancheng had already woken up Zhang Yanping and Qiaoqiao. The four of them were weighing and packing at a very quick pace.

Looking into the kitchen, wisps of cooking smoke curled up. Seventh Grandma sat in front of the stove, constantly adding wood to the fire.

A pot of fragrant rice was boiling, while Seventh Uncle stood beside it, wielding a knife with lightning speed, chopping up pickled cowpeas that seemed to have been unearthed from somewhere into minced bits.

He then chopped leftover chili peppers from yesterday’s meal into fine pieces, beat a bowl of eggs.

Finally, after rummaging through the kitchen, he picked out some yellow-hearted vegetables and stir-fried them directly with smashed garlic cloves.

When the vegetables were cooked, the rice had “bloomed”. Seventh Uncle skillfully scooped the excess rice water from the top with a ladle and then continued to simmer the rice over the remaining heat.

The rice water wasn’t wasted either; it went straight into a pot, enhanced with some frozen Milk Vetch from the fridge and a couple of cracked eggs, making a fragrant and appetizing green leaf, yellow flower, and clear rice soup!

Everyone hurriedly set the table, and looking at the three dishes and one soup before them, which indeed weren’t luxurious but were plentiful in amount, all present swallowed their saliva.

What can I say?

Now that we have a chef, breakfast is no longer a hasty affair!