The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 823 - 822. Pick a vegetable

After returning to Tang Village, Tang Shu experienced that long-missed life.

There was none of the city’s hustle and bustle, no work worries, and every morning when she woke up she could see the snow-covered mountaintops outside the window. If she went out for a stroll to breathe some fresh air, with a little luck she might even encounter wild rabbits or wild boars.

Back home, in the cellar beneath Tang Village, several kinds of easily stored vegetables were buried deep, alongside the black frozen pears, and just lighting a fire would make the room toasty warm, completely unlike the winter cold of dozens of degrees below zero outside.

In the living room, Tang Shu cradled a cup of black tea, took a gentle sip, and let the warm liquid glide into her mouth as she sighed with contentment.

Life was indeed very comfortable.

"You keep sighing like that, and I’ll start thinking your schooling is sheer torture."

Father Tang, who had just added more coal to the fire, could not stand by any longer and stuffed a handful of homemade hazelnuts into her hands.

"It’s cold these days; there’s no need to go outside unless necessary. Your tiny frame isn’t built for the cold."

"Dad, I’m actually quite robust," Tang Shu seriously retorted.

This point had to be vehemently argued; as the Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, her Martial Arts and Medical Poison Skills were top-tier, absolutely unrelated to being in poor health. And when she first took over this body, she fully felt its strength.

Father Tang shook his head, "Sure, us folks from the Old Tang Family do have sturdy constitutions, but you still fall short."

"Why would you say that? Was I frequently ill as a child?"

She didn’t remember anything like that.

"Your mother took a long time to adapt when she first came to Tang Village. You’ve inherited her constitution; when you were little and not yet cognizant, you often came down with colds and fevers. I used traditional medicine to treat you for two years. It wasn’t until you were three or four years old that you started to seem like a normal person."

Tang Shu was extremely surprised to hear this.

However...

"Dad, I suspect your idea of a ’normal person’ is quite different from what I understand as ’normal.’"

From a medical practitioner’s perspective, Tang Shu guaranteed that her body was far superior to an average person.

Wait, her body, which was superior to an average person’s, was actually his handiwork with traditional medicine during her childhood, wasn’t it?

"Did my mom leave because she couldn’t adapt to the climate here?"

Tang Shu asked because she noticed that even after the former spouses separated, they didn’t become bitter couples; instead, they interacted more like friends.

"That was one reason."

Father Tang glanced at the time displayed on his phone, then stood up to get some vegetables and a stainless steel basin from the kitchen.

"Your mom is from the South, used to living a refined life, and we had different mindsets on how to coexist."

Tang Shu nodded thoughtfully, got up and squatted down to pick up a leafy stalk of celery, but Father Tang stopped her the next instant. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"You better just keep sipping your tea at the side."

"It’s just picking vegetables, I’m not entering the kitchen."

"Don’t. Vegetables picked by you won’t taste good even if someone else cooks them."

"..."

Tang Shu wanted to retract her previous thoughts; at least in the midst of this comfortable life, she still had to endure her father’s verbal torment.

***

With the start of the New Year, Tang Village underwent a transformation by the hands of the father and daughter.

Apart from hanging up bright red Spring Festival couplets, Tang Shu even made a trip to a nearby town before the New Year, buying many colorful string lights that wrapped around several trees in the village.