Chapter 1747: Chapter 1604: The Troupe Arrives
Lun Jing: ...
After staying in the countryside for a period of ti, her face had beco noticeably fuller.
From certain angles, the double chin was quite prominent. However, since her skin was fair, her face was firm, and she exuded a calm and relaxed deanor, this had actually added two extra layers of charm to her.
Yet now, this charm turned into embarrassnt when faced with her son’s mischievous smile:
"Auntie knows."
She put on a friendly face and looked at Song Tan: "I’ve gained a little weight recently. Today, I’m planning to eat two plain rice dumplings to lose so weight."
"Xiaochuan too, he can’t get fat, the braised pork dumplings aren’t suitable for him."
Guo Dong listened expressionlessly from the side.
How could Auntie Lu say such things!
To be honest, she was quite famous for her health redies, and Lun Jing had even consulted her recently, secretly asking for help to lose weight, inquiring about any Chinese dicine or acupuncture options.
Back then, Lun Jing looked troubled, saying that she danced every day and was busy up and down the guesthouse, yet she was still gaining weight. She even wondered if it was caused by stress...
Doctor Xiaoguo was very cautious, taking her pulse from both sides and carefully checking her tongue coating.
The conclusion was that she was much healthier than when she first arrived, her energy levels were abundant, and although a bit overfull, it wasn’t a big issue.
This fullness ca from sharing the low-calorie als ordered by two celebrities staying at the guesthouse—these als had little oil and salt, so the portions of fruits and vegetables were larger, making them seem more filling initially.
But how could this lead to weight gain? Could it be her body’s self-repair, or was she naturally predisposed to gaining weight?
As she pondered how to confirm this, she heard Lun Jing suggest another outing: "Oh, today at Tantan’s house they’re stewing oxtail, shall we go and eat together?"
Guo Dong naturally didn’t refuse, as Song Tan had already invited her yesterday—
Wait!
She looked at Lun Jing and said: "Auntie, didn’t you just have a low-calorie al at 11 o’clock?"
"Yes," Lun Jing gestured: "It was just a big bowl like this, not too much, right? It’s all fruits and vegetables, not very filling, so you still need a proper al."
So Guo Dong watched in disbelief as she devoured several pieces of oxtail, various at dishes, and two bowls of rice at lunchti.
With such a history, now when Lun Jing casually spoke about "eating two plain dumplings to lose weight," Guo Dong really wanted to ask: "Are you eating them before or after the al?"
But Song Tan didn’t bring it up and instead smiled warmly:
"Auntie, plain dumplings aren’t really for losing weight, they’re all starch. Why not try an egg yolk at dumpling instead? It doesn’t have much fat, provides protein, and is more balanced in nutrition..."
In this manner, Lun Jing imdiately agreed: "Alright, I’ll try one..."
Looking at the white rice triangular dumpling in Lun Chuan’s bowl, Song Tan likewise handed over her bowl: "By coincidence, I love eating these!"
Lun Chuan handed the dumpling to her: "Once we harvest the sticky rice, I’ll make so for you specifically."
Song Tan thought for a mont and suddenly asked: "You’re quite strong now, aren’t you?"
Lun Chuan was taken aback: "Not bad, almost the sa as when I first arrived here."
Compared to before his car accident, he was certainly much stronger. However...
He glanced at Song Tan’s fair and radiant profile and didn’t intend to delve deeply into the matter, attributing it all vaguely to good feng shui.
But Song Tan started getting excited: "With such strength, it’d be a sha not to make hand-pounded rice cakes—let’s make so once we harvest the sticky rice!"
She recalled so fragnted childhood mories: "Grandma used to put a little oil in the pot, then fry the rice cakes to a golden crisp on both sides."
"The outside was crispy and oily, while the inside was soft and sweet—just eating them plain, I could finish a whole plate."
Her expression was full of longing, and Lun Chuan responded earnestly: "Okay."
"I’ll make them for you when the ti cos."
"After making the rice cakes, slowly fry them on a low heat in a wood-fired stove, with a brush of lard in the pan? The lard adds flavor..."
The two of them chatted away about the yet-to-be-harvested sticky rice, making this lively staff al incredibly satisfying for everyone.
More importantly, they were earning triple pay, but all the work was done by the morning.
With nothing else to do, they enthusiastically joined Qiaoqiao’s fan group online, poking fun alongside the Top Brother and comparing their festival gifts and red envelopes while listening to the complaints of others still working...
Oh my!
Indeed, it’s through comparison that happiness grows!
...
At three in the afternoon, a large truck slowly drove into the village entrance. The driver followed the GPS and eventually stopped at a flat and wide open square:
"Is this the place?"
Soone got out of the truck and compared it to a photo: "This is the place!"
Seeing a small convenience store nearby, a young woman took the initiative to ask: "Excuse , is there a Qiaoqiao Farm in the village?"
Huh?
The shop’s auntie was a bit puzzled: "Qiaoqiao Farm? What’s that? We have Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao is at ho."
She’d spent half her life in the village and had never heard of a place called Qiaoqiao Farm!
It was purely a matter of information gap. Now that their family business had grown, the farm and the previous company had been split into two nas. "Qiaoqiao Farm" was both easy to rember and cute, so they simply changed the na.
But the village didn’t know!
Not only did they not know about Qiaoqiao Farm, they were equally unaware of Song Tan’s registered company.
Now, after driving for several hours, the theater troupe was tired, confused by this news, and utterly at a loss.
It was the Dragon Boat Festival, surely they wouldn’t encounter another bizarre situation, right? That would be too ridiculous.
Soone finally asked: "Then Qiaoqiao, where is Qiaoqiao now?"
"Should we try calling?"
"Call soone..."
Chattering away, they were just about to pull out their phones to make a call when the convenience store auntie realized: "You’re with the troupe Lao Song’s family hired, aren’t you?"
Oh dear, she hadn’t noticed the large "i Hua Youth Theater" letters on the side of the truck!
The auntie was delighted: "Let
make the call, you shouldn’t bother Qiaoqiao with this... Qiaoqiao Farm, Qiaoqiao isn’t responsible for that..."
She was dialing as she explained:
"Tantan, a big theater troupe truck just ca by, are they invited by you?"
"Really? Oh great, I’d better get there early to grab a seat!"
"Yes, they just got here—have you all eaten yet?"
The auntie moved the phone away and asked the group in front of her.
They hesitantly shook their heads: after eting that stingy food service owner, they drove straight here after their performance, only snacking a little on the way.
Since they still needed to set up and prepare for the evening show, ti was tight, and they couldn’t afford to delay.
Unexpectedly, after finishing the call, the auntie waved her hand grandly:
"Don’t rush about eating; soon the security guard will drive the shuttle bus down from the mountain, so you can eat sothing first—today it’s Lao Song’s family’s at dishes!"
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