Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1985 - 1746: Was It a Set-Up?

Zheng Qu took one last look at that inexplicably familiar license plate number before starting the car.

In the trunk, two square baskets were stacked together—there was no other way, the old-fashioned oval basket with an oval handle couldn’t be stacked in the trunk, which really hindered everyone’s shopping. After two days of trying, it just didn’t sell well.

Fortunately, Grandpa kept up with the times, pondering overnight, and now they’ve all been changed to square ones. Even the handles have been repositioned to the sides.

If not for this, how could they have sold so well?

Because once the groceries were loaded, they could still function as a storage basket when taken home.

As for the license plate number...

You really can’t blame Zheng Qu for that.

Since the boss didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, he certainly couldn’t drive the assigned car. This car belongs to Secretary Wang’s wife; he’s occasionally driven it to work before.

Now, the group had eaten their fill and worked up a good sweat, tidying up a bit before heading to the clinic.

Zheng Qu followed the navigation and drove straight to the entrance of Songtai.

"Song Tan!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Huo Xueying was the first to jump out of the car, shouting, "I missed a dinner!!! Ah ah ah, it’s all my fault that my brain’s not working..."

Who’s goodie bag went missing right after shopping? They spent so long just looking for it after returning.

Luckily, Zheng Qu was well-exercised from being in the office, lacking neither patience nor a good temper; otherwise, they would’ve had a spat before even setting out.

Song Tan chuckled and praised them, summing up, "You two really complement each other!"

At this, Huo Xueying instantly brightened, "Right, right! He’s usually so old-fashioned, didn’t expect he’d come in handy at crucial times..."

"But..." she curiously sized up Song Tan:

"Does doing business at home really train you this well? If you had this much emotional intelligence during work, it wouldn’t have been as tough..."

Back then, Song Tan was practically the epitome of a small-town bookworm: meek, quiet, skilled at enduring.

She did whatever was asked of her, rarely refused colleagues needing help. Huo Xueying used to get mad at her for this...

Song Tan thought for a moment, "I didn’t have money then, and jobs were hard to come by, so I had no confidence."

Now, she’s fearless; she’s upfront, and her speech is more forthright.

The two chattered on, and Wu Lan urged from the side, "Tantan, don’t just leave people outside, quickly invite them in to eat—young man, I’ll serve you some rice noodles, any dislikes?"

Huo Xueying, being generous, greeted Uncle, Aunt, Grandpa, and Grandma enthusiastically, then rushed into the kitchen, looking almost in awe at the tidy, spacious, well-lit kitchen with cool air breezing through, then devoutly holding a large bowl:

"Auntie, we’re all family, don’t be shy, I’ll do it myself, let me experience this big pot!"

What a huge pot!

She’d only seen such pots in short videos before, it’s only slightly smaller than those used to cook pig feed...

But saying that wouldn’t be polite, so she only thought it to herself.

Meanwhile, Zheng Qu hesitantly opened the trunk, took out some milk and snacks, then awkwardly said:

"I know your family doesn’t lack anything, but it’s embarrassing for us to intrude for a couple of days, these are gifts from others, just a token of appreciation..."

Song Tan, however, noticed his trunk, where the two baskets lay, their blue-green bamboo strips not yet fully weathered, standing out prominently.

Zheng Qu: ...Sigh! Already said it’s too conspicuous.

Unexpectedly, Song Tan laughed and said, "This craftsmanship is clearly my grandpa’s, did you buy them from him?"

Zheng Qu: ???

"Your grandpa?"

"Or the person selling the baskets on his behalf was my cousin, a young, skinny guy..."

Zheng Qu was momentarily speechless.

He saw the guy carrying such a large stack of bamboo baskets, walking alone on the roadside in the early morning, seemed so laborious.

Plus, Huo Xueying said a few words, and considering himself cooling in the air-conditioned office, driving around, he got out to support the guy’s business.

Unexpectedly...

But this way, he actually felt less awkward and just asked, "Does your cousin also work at home?"

"Yeah." Song Tan calmly nodded, "My cousin has a straightforward mind, simple thoughts, so he just stayed home to herd cattle. His family’s beef is in short supply, too..."

Zheng Qu suddenly felt respect.

A true agrarian family!

But soon, he couldn’t continue with the small talk or be lost in thought because Huo Xueying already came out with a large bowl: