Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1111 - 1087. Keep that face at home

Lun Chuan was helpless—there was a lively commotion downstairs, and his mom had already been ushered into the living room to eat, probably having forgotten about her son by now.

Lun Chuan wanted to go down and lend a hand, but he made the mistake of associating with troublesome friends, and now...

He pointed at the two sitting in their chairs with pale faces: "They drank hot tea and ate Pork Lard Residue, and now they’re having a bit of a stomach issue."

Seeing Song Tan’s expression, Qin Yun and He Kuang nearly burst into tears!

Who would be so irresponsible?!

The Pork Lard Residue didn’t even have much oil, and it was eaten hot, but they overeagerly devoured too much, drank too much, and now their stomachs were in upheaval!

Now their bellies were rumbling, that feeling of a flood-like stomach upset was faintly present, and they felt embarrassed to join the table, so they decided to wait a while.

"Stomach issue huh?" Song Tan asked with concern: "Is it severe?"

"Not really." Qin Yun replied honestly: "Just made a few trips, not too serious though."

"Oh." Song Tan understood and nodded: "I’ll bring you two bowls of pork liver soup, it’s light and not oily, prevents irritation."

Qin Yun was deeply moved, He Kuang also bashfully said: "How can we accept this..."

"What’s there to be embarrassed about!" Song Tan waved a hand, these two had also brought a lot of gifts when they arrived, silly though they may be, they were thoughtful, so she had to be thoughtful in return!

As for Lun Chuan...

"I’ll bring them pork liver soup later, you don’t need to stay here, go downstairs to eat!"

With that, she directly grabbed Lun Chuan, pulled him up, and headed downstairs. You could vaguely hear her voice at the stairway:

"Let me tell you, our village pig feast uses the freshest pork! We don’t bother with chicken and duck. You know our pigs are delicious!"

"Even the garlic, ginger, and scallions used are homegrown, it’s the fanciest we’ve been all year! You must eat more..."

"Eat less rice at the end, I’ll save you a piece of crispy rice to brush with sauce or tofu curd...it’s amazing, I’m telling you!"

Qin Yun was leaning on the railing, listening to Song Tan’s words, and watching Song Sancheng below with a tray serving dishes, each piece glistening with thick oil-red sauce, trembling...

Oh! Braised pork!

How delicious must this be!

He was salivating over it, drooling so much! Pale-faced, he asked He Kuang: "Should we go down and eat too...then deal with the stomach later..."

He Kuang seemed tempted, but as soon as he lifted his rear off the chair, he froze and dashed to the bathroom.

Qin Yun: ...Oh!

...

When Lun Chuan was brought into the living room, everyone paused and stared for a moment.

Zhu Xin let out a delighted "ah" as he devoured the tender and fatty braised pork, feeling sheer bliss! Yet still managed to mutter:

"My goodness! Now I truly understand what ’bringing light into a humble house’ means!"

Indeed!

Next to him, Cong Yun couldn’t help but laugh as well: "This young man looks lively!"

Although his complexion was fair and he had a scholarly appearance, his energy and posture were unmatched by most young people these days!

For someone like him, a leader from a military background, a compliment on vigor was the highest praise for Princess Pea!

But Song Tan wasn’t concerned about this. As soon as she poked her head in, she quickly turned around and urged him:

"Come, come, sit here, this spot is saved for you! There are plenty of dishes remaining, enough to eat!"

Of course, there was enough to eat. In other households, out of ten dishes, at least six were in plates.

But when it came to Lao Song’s family hosting guests, they never even brought plates to the table; even the cold dishes were served in bowls and basins!

Just like this table, there were firefighters, police officers, two guards who couldn’t fit elsewhere, plus Lun Jing and Lun Chuan...not one of them didn’t have a hearty appetite!

In other households, guests might hesitate over flipping and rearranging with chopsticks, but at Lao Song’s, just grab anything and stuff it in your mouth! While others were being picky, they’d already eaten two bites!

Lun Chuan was helpless; he hadn’t refused to eat, yet Song Tan seemed to fear he’d miss out, shoving and pushing dishes. If she hadn’t turned around to fetch bowls, she might’ve swept everything into a plate for him.

Just as he wondered, Lun Jing suddenly handed him a disposable bowl containing several slices of garlic sauce marinated pork.

"Come on, come on, this is specially reserved for you by Mom, eat quickly! It’s really delicious. Isn’t Mom good to you?"

She had helped out today too, her elegantly curled hair was tied up, arms adorned with country-style sleeves, meant to blend in.

Lun Chuan paused for a moment:

"Mom, is there something you want to say?"

Lun Jing grew bashful.

"Well, the job I work part-time at now isn’t important, you earn enough, wouldn’t you be able to support me in the future?"

Lun Chuan was baffled: "Don’t I give you a monthly allowance? Is it not enough?"

"Yes, it is, it’s plenty." Lun Jing was practically the archetype of a doting mother, quickly serving him another piece of braised pork.

"Mom means, if I don’t return to my job at Imperial City, you wouldn’t mind, would you?"

Lun Chuan: ...

The braised pork in his hands suddenly felt heavier.

He looked at Lun Jing, and a bold thought surfaced in his mind:

"Mom, you’re not thinking of staying here and freeloading, are you?"

"You! Keep your voice down!" Lun Jing nudged him with her elbow.

"What’s freeloading? I want to find a job here, doing dishes or sorting vegetables, I can do it all."

"But don’t go shouting about it; I see many people in the village want to stay for work, we must seize the opportunity."

"That being said..." she felt a bit uneasy, "Do you think proactively suggesting this would make us seem opportunistic?"

Lun Chuan was so very helpless:

"Mom, you work in Imperial City, and send plenty of delicious food here every month, isn’t that comfortable and easy?"

"I used to think it was nice," Lun Jing said softly, "but after eating this meal, you realize it’s different."

The duo continued to converse quietly, yet swiftly with their chopsticks, not missing a beat.

Lun Chuan now tasted the tomatoes fried with eggs, the sweet and tart flavors blending into the softness and fragrance, just as delightful as the meat dishes.

Pork Lard Residue was stewed with cabbage and tofu, the originally crispy texture becoming soft and tender, chewing it unleashing another wave of unique aroma.

He leisurely ate as he asked:

"So, Mom, see how many people they’ve invited, where are all those guests eating?"

Now it was Lun Jing’s turn for silence.

Professor Song and others were still dining at Lao Song’s, yet his students had such strong professional skills; they were now arranged to eat up the mountain.

Even their Lianhua, who worked so meticulously at home, everyone liked her, so she naturally went up the mountain.

There’s also Zhang Wang’s house, known for his lifelong diligence, he didn’t need to be told, but voluntarily went up to the mountain canteen.

She lacked special skills and unique status...what face did she have to freeload at the house?

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