??Chapter 399: 399. What can the pension be used for_1
Chapter 399: 399. What can the pension be used for_1
Song Tan grudgingly packed the silver fungus for Wu Qianqian.
There really wasn’t much left… all of the last batch went to her, a whole pound, wrapped in a big non-woven fabric bag, then placed inside a plastic bag.
Wu Qianqian, though, had her lips curled up the whole ti, exceptionally happy.
What can I say, it’s just like her! In the end, she still got one over on Song Tan, huh, haha! Totally ecstatic.
After all this fuss, by the ti Wu Lei ca back from the rice fields, it was ti for the family to start preparing for dinner.
As Wu Lan brought out the dishes, she whispered to Song Tan, “Luckily the silver fungus drying in Seventh Uncle’s courtyard hasn’t been moved yet. Otherwise, if there had been more stuff, they wouldn’t have been so impulsive.”
Song Tan nodded and let out a long sigh, “Now we really have no stock left. I’ll have to talk to Brother Yanping later and put a hold on shipnts—” for a day or two.
…
At that mont, calmness returned to the living room, and there was a tinge of regret among everyone. After all, it was a product worth 4000 per pound…
Wu Qianqian even started to have a belated realization—had she been tricked again?
However, just as doubt crept into her mind, she heard a classmate walk in from outside:
“Wow! We really struck gold! I just heard Song Tan tell her mom that they have no stock left.”
“That silver fungus soup just now was delicious! I really wanted to tell Song Tan not to bother with lunch and just give
three or five more bowls of silver fungus soup…”
Right?!
Everyone recalled the silver fungus they had tasted earlier, and at that mont, mouths were watering, hearts content.
It was a busy noon with Qiaoqiao livestreaming the rice harvest for quite a while, and she had just returned, wanting to head straight to her room to take a bath—
This neatness really is passed down from Wu Lan herself.
“You go take a shower, once you’re done, co down. I’ve set aside your food, you can just pick it up and go upstairs to eat.”
With so many people downstairs, no matter how big the new dining area was, it still wasn’t comfortable to eat, better to have the young n gather around one table.
Turning her head, Wu Lan saw Wu Lei about to help with the dishes, looking foolish with his sunburned face. As his actual aunt, she also sighed:
“Leilei, if you’re too tired, go upstairs and take a break. If you don’t feel like moving later, just eat with Yanping and Qiaoqiao. It’s more comfortable that way.”
Wu Lei, as if granted amnesty, instantly felt his strength leave him and hurried upstairs.
Above all else, he needed air conditioning!
As for the promise to Lili about the photos and videos of harvesting rice earlier… he would deal with it after resting for a bit.
Song Tan’s timing was impeccable, and that bowl of silver fungus soup was truly pitiful, serving no purpose other than whetting the appetite.
And so, at twelve o’clock, when everyone’s stomachs were growling with hunger, dinner was finally served!
The air conditioning was on, and the fragrant mix of dishes and at in the room was indescribably delightful!
Seventh Uncle also knew about Song Tan’s financial woes and the upcoming paynt for the new contract with Bags Mountain, so he pulled out all the stops at lunch—
Beef stewed with freshly sun-dried cowpeas, spiced up with cilantro and chili peppers, was truly refreshing and satisfying.
Stir-fried chili eggs, shredded pork, loofah soup, tomato scrambled eggs, sour cowpeas with minced at, tiger skin peppers, braised eggplant, sautéed smoked at with garlic shoots… and there were cucumber diamonds, cold diced waterlon rind…
Each dish was a hearty, substantial bowl, fully embodying the robustness of a farmhouse al.
The crowd squeezed into the room, seduced by the especially tempting aromas and the scent of crispy rice from the pot, causing everyone’s stomachs to grumble uncontrollably.
I an, the plain congee and salted vegetable pancakes from the morning… they just don’t fill you up!
Since they were all young people, Wu Lan, Song Sancheng, and the others simply started another table in the kitchen. Without the presence of the older generation, the classmates didn’t bother with the formalities of offering seats to each other; they quickly found their places and sat down.
According to the usual rules of class reunions, the class monitor should lift his glass and say a few words, but…
At this mont, he was trying his best to restrain himself from reaching out for the food too quickly, then he said, “Co on, let’s eat, otherwise we won’t have any energy to work this afternoon!”
No one ntioned drinking, and Song Tan pretended not to know. Just kidding, how could she go shopping if she got drunk?
So, at the dining table, everyone was shoveling food into their mouths without a pause, unable to utter any cultured words other than “delicious.”
The cucumbers were crisp, the dried long beans spicy, and the tiger-skin peppers thick and fragrant. Not to ntion the braised eggplant soaked in sauce—it was so good with rice!
Everyone “ahh’ed” and “umm’ed” their way through the al, not even having the strength to talk, more focused than the piglets on the back hill…
So much so that twenty minutes later, everyone was holding their stomachs, savoring the aroma and tender taste of the loofah soup, and nobody dared to speak.
How to put it?
The food was stuffed up to their throats, a belch would block it up, who would dare to open their mouth?
Only Wu Lan noticed the silence and ca over to see—wow!
The plates and bowls were licked clean!
“This…” She hesitated, then said politely, “Is everyone full? Don’t be shy, eat up!”
The class monitor weakly raised his hand, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a satisfied burp escaped, and it took him a while to say with a pained expression:
“I can’t eat anymore… really, I can’t…”
As soon as Wu Lan left, the class monitor imdiately asked, “Song Tan, do you have a partner? If not, I’ll bring my fortune and beco a live-in son-in-law for your family… burp! So delicious…”
“What nonsense! What’s so good about being a live-in son-in-law—Song Tan, are you short on sisters? The kind that can eat a lot. Do you think I’m suitable?” A female classmate wasn’t pleased.
Song Tan politely smiled, “Maintaining you all would be less cost-effective than raising my pigs…”
That comnt… so true!
The classmates all fell silent.
After a while, soone suddenly asked, “That… are you raising pigs? How many? Do you slaughter them for New Year’s? Do you have a pig-killing feast?”
Song Tan’s smile beca even more helpless.
“I do, but think about the prices of my stuff… maybe just forget it.”
Everyone: …so real! So bittersweet!
“Xiaosong, do you think I’m eligible? I’m pretty good with cleaning and washing up. When you slaughter the pig, just let Auntie know, and I’ll co help out.”
The short-haired spirited auntie subtly tugged at the shirt trapped by the folds of her belly, then finally smiled, “My pension, if not spent on good food and drink, what else can it be used for?”
Song Tan: …
She quite liked custors like this.
But the pork availability was unpredictable with more monks than porridge…
She just laughed and said, “Slaughtering pigs will have to wait for winter, that’s too far away—but Auntie, would you like to have another rice ball? It’s filled with green pepper at sauce.”
Auntie: …
Her saliva started to betray her again, yet her stomach couldn’t fit even a tiny bit more.
At this mont, she could only painfully decline, “No, I can’t. I’m too full… ”
But Song Tan’s eyes lit up, “I still have a few jars of pickled green peaches at ho, Auntie, do you want to try them? They can help with digestion.”
She dug out the jars, “Look, these are picked from the peach forest on my mountain, they are especially tasty!”
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