Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 62 - : 62. The plot was exposed_1

Chapter 62: 62. The plot was exposed_1

Mentioning this made Wu Lan so angry!

“Ask your dad! He took everything out of my fridge and then didn’t put it back!”

“I just went to pick more than a pound of tea leaves during my free time. When I came back, the dumplings had all thawed and stuck together!”

If it wasn’t for this, they wouldn’t have had to eat dumplings at noon—boiling them is convenient, making them perfect for a busy morning.

Song Sancheng buried his head deep and mumbled, “I just wanted to fit some tea leaves in, and after I took things out, I couldn’t fit them back… and then I forgot about breakfast altogether.”

Ah, this…

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Song Tan was helpless, “Dad, how big is the freezer compartment beneath our fridge? And you still want to store tea leaves? Just tell me and I’ll pick up a freezer from the city tomorrow.”

It was her oversight as well. With more and more stuff at home, a freezer was indispensable.

These days, freezers aren’t even that expensive; for just over a thousand, you can get a pretty nice one with a big capacity.

Hearing this, Song Sancheng looked even more embarrassed: “I… I just didn’t think of it, okay? Who knew the dumplings would thaw so quickly…”

Zhang Yanping, watching on the side, couldn’t hold back and chuckled:

“No worries, Uncle, I love dumplings. We’re family, so what if they’re a bit broken?”

Listen to that! Isn’t this why everyone likes Zhang Yanping? Always quick with a compliment, such a smooth talker!

Logically, Song Sancheng should have felt relieved.

But upon hearing this, and seeing Yanping’s tall, strong build and robust appetite, his expression suddenly turned even more sour:

“We’ve only got that little bit of shepherd’s purse dumplings left…”

That tone of tragedy confused Yanping.

But soon, his interest was piqued: “Uncle, are we picking tea leaves this year? They must smell amazing!”

Mentioning this invigorated Song Sancheng, his dejection vanished as he threw the seed into the basin and led the other man into the house.

Then, with great care, he retrieved the bag of tea leaves that had no place to go, and cautiously pinched a small amount, placing it securely in the cup.

He didn’t pour water, just let the cup sit, “Yanping, take a sniff! If it wasn’t for your visit, I swear I wouldn’t have opened this tea!”

But it was dry tea! It did smell really nice, but Uncle, what do you mean by not pouring water on it?

Zhang Yanping was thrown off rhythm and could only lower his head to take a sniff—

“Huh, this aroma truly is different!”

Song Sancheng’s face instantly brightened, and he quickly brewed some tea for him.

Poor thing, when that little bit of Maojian tea blossomed, it barely covered the bottom of the cup.

Zhang Yanping internally laughed, lifting the cup to observe closely. He saw a tiny layer of fuzz floating on top, with distinct buds standing upright in a tranquil green color.

As the steam rose, that fresh and fragrant aroma wafted around, refreshing and delightful.

A bit of bitterness, a hint of roast, but the most profound was the extraordinary freshness that far surpassed the ordinary.

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He too widened his eyes in surprise and blurted out, “Excellent tea!”

No wonder my uncle went to such lengths to keep it safe. Any loss of this tea would be heart-wrenching.

Then he gently blew on the tea before taking a light sip.

Song Sancheng carefully wrapped up the tea leaves again, and turning to see Yanping motionless, he asked in perplexity, “What’s wrong?”

Zhang Yanping let out a deep sigh:

“Uncle, this tea…anything less than six thousand per pound would be a disgrace to it!”

“What the heck?!!”

Song Sancheng jumped up.

Just then, Song Tan walked in and hearing the conversation couldn’t help but laugh:

“Brother Yanping, no wonder my aunt said you have a discerning palate. You really know how to enjoy food and drink! I do plan to sell this tea for a decent eight to ten thousand.”

This tea isn’t like vegetables, where selling for twenty bucks a piece, anyone can afford to give it a taste, rich or not.

But tea leaves aren’t a necessity of life. Whoever loves to drink it, whoever is willing to spend the money, let them come and buy!

“What?!”

Song Sancheng raised his voice again.

Unexpectedly, even Zhang Yanping nodded, “Indeed, do you have a way to sell it? If not, take some samples, and I’ll find someone for you.”

His wining and dining over the years wasn’t for nothing; his family’s high-end fruit had an excellent reputation, mostly thanks to the channels he found.

It was just that in his parents’ eyes, this sort of blind eating and drinking truly didn’t count as a skill.

Song Tan nodded, “There should be some takers, don’t worry, Brother Yanping, just focus on your work for now.”

A strong laborer like him should be put to use for a few days first; selling the tea was not urgent.

However, turning her head, she saw Song Sancheng’s face was even more ashen.

Song Tan couldn’t help but ask, “Dad, what’s wrong?”

Her eyes glanced over the bag of tea, and then she was taken aback, “You couldn’t have already sold the tea, could you?”

Song Sancheng had a mournful face, “Sell, no, I haven’t sold it.”

“It’s just that Uncle Zhou came by this morning to deliver the tea, and I impulsively gave away eight jin…”

He desperately tried to justify himself, “It’s not… it’s not that we had more tea than planned, Uncle Zhou works late nights… his craftsmanship is good, and our pay is low… five jin of it is summer tea…”

Low pay could be raised!

Song Tan’s eyes darkened.

Even if it was the old village custom to give away something extra, it didn’t mean you had to promise eight jin in one go!

This really was her biological father!

Looking at Song Sancheng, who also wore a look of agony, she sighed, “Eighty thousand yuan, Dad, I worked the land, and you only supported me with sixty thousand.”

Seeing Song Sancheng like this, his blood pressure seemed ready to spike.

Song Tan, at this moment, couldn’t see past the eighty thousand no matter how hard she contemplated, and felt troubled in her heart.

Faced with such distressing dilemma, she could only play her trump card—

“Mom!”

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Zhang Yanping was restlessly seated at the dining table, his gaze inadvertently drifting towards his uncle-in-law.

“Tantan, it’s not that serious.”

Song Tan also looked down bashfully,

“I just wanted my mom to have a word with my dad, to not be so generous, but I didn’t expect dumplings and tea to add fuel to the fire…”

The siblings exchanged glances, until Qiaoqiao came over with a big bowl,

“Brother, Mom said, the best dumplings are for you.”

What followed were bowls of dumplings in their torn skins and filling, a damaged version for each person.

But as soon as the dumpling skins tore, the aroma in the air grew even stronger, making Zhang Yanping take a deep breath,

“Auntie, your cooking is much better than my mom’s, these dumplings are really delicious!”

Wu Lan laughed out, “You sweet talker! You haven’t even tasted them, how do you know they’re delicious?”

Zhang Yanping patted his chest, “When it comes to eating, I can tell just by the smell if it’s good or not, and these dumplings definitely smell amazing!”

With that, he took a big bite.

The flavor of the dumplings burst in his mouth, the perfect combination of shepherd’s purse and meat, he didn’t even take the time to chew properly before wolfing down a second mouthful.

Dumplings like these, he wouldn’t mind having every day, not getting tired of them at all!

If he had known Auntie’s food was this delicious, he would have come over much sooner.

With a gust like the wind sweeping through leaves, the dumplings vanished without a trace… After finishing a large bowl, he patted his belly still wanting more,

“Is there any left?”

Next to him, Song Sancheng ate the plain noodles made from the dumpling soup, his eyes stealthily glaring at him,

As expected, he could really eat!