Her Cultivation Diary

Chen Chi didn't come over until one o'clock in the afternoon.

Wu Lan had already gone for a nap, and Song Sancheng had geared up and was riding his motorbike to the distance — that's right, he wouldn't even fish in his own pond or riverside beach because he wanted to truly earn a victory over Zhou Shunshui in the village with his 4,000-yuan fishing rod!

The best fisherman among the three, Zhou Maozhu: ...Forget it, he decided to just bring his old friend, a 200-yuan fishing rod.

As for Lun Chuan, he was in Qiaoqiao's room, looking at all the photos Qiaoqiao had taken and carefully saving the ones of Song Tan.

At that moment, Chen Chi arrived.

He was now quite familiar with coming here to Qiaoqiao's place, even knowing how to tread lightly on the stairs to avoid disturbing anyone who might be napping.

But given his 1-meter-9 height and broad physique, there was only so much he could do to soften his footsteps; at the very least, Lun Chuan heard him coming right away.

As soon as he entered, Song Tan followed him inside, carrying a file folder:

"Chen Chi, take this back to your brother later, and tell him everything's arranged."

Chen Chi obediently took the file folder and carefully placed it into the messenger bag he carried. It was packed with snacks, prepared by Chen Xi specifically for him to avoid hunger.

He then repeated, "Tell him everything's arranged."

"Okay." Song Tan nodded and smiled.

Seeing her smile, Chen Chi relaxed a bit, then happily walked into the room and sat down next to Qiaoqiao:

"What are we watching today?"

Qiaoqiao became instantly elated: "We're not watching anything today; my brother has brought gifts for you!"

Chen Chi looked over and his eyes lit up, "Pretty brother!"

Lun Chuan: ...

No wonder these two got along so well.

He handed over a box he had by his side: "Here's your gift, see if you like it?"

Chen Chi was clumsier than Qiaoqiao, even slow and unfamiliar when it came to unboxing, but none of the group seemed impatient; instead, they attentively watched.

Kids can be pretty great. An adult might get frustrated and rough if they can't open a box easily, but he patiently and meticulously worked on it piece by piece.

Just watching this, Lun Chuan understood why Song Tan referred to him using the words "Emotional Stability."

He couldn't help but nod in agreement:

"Remarkable. From the looks of it, he'll fit in quite nicely at the farm."

"Yes," Song Tan nodded too, and then added, "He'll fit in even more as time goes on."

"Previously, the folder contained resources prepared for them. I've been in touch with Professor Song, who found them a practice farm where the brothers can learn about the breeding and treatment of livestock."

In that case, they won't need to look for others for pig castration or calf birthing anymore.

However, training requires considerable manpower and material resources, so the brothers both signed new contracts agreeing to work here for five years.

But, just thinking about Chen Xi's enthusiastic state while signing makes it clear that he's eager!

After all, Song Tan's place offers great conditions, most importantly providing Chen Chi a very stable environment, paired with people who trust him.

Otherwise, he might be getting high pay elsewhere due to his abilities. Chen Chi, though? There's hardly anyone bold enough to let him take charge, right?

Lun Chuan pointedly identified a flaw: "Can he acquire qualifications?"

Song Tan shook her head: "No, Chen Xi can. Chen Chi can assist, like when cattle or sheep need treatment and strength is required, someone of his build can help with control."

Whether he can learn skills while handling control is up to him.

At this moment, Chen Chi finally opened the box.

While the edges were torn, the interior oil pastel box was still beautifully wrapped, complete with a ribbon.

This was Chen Chi's first time seeing such a meticulously prepared gift — even though it's simply a seller's basic packaging trick.

After all, Chen Xi is a rugged guy; even when buying something for Chen Chi, he'd hand it over directly, without any extra packaging or decoration.

Yet precisely, the less noticeable the item, the more children love it.

Now, with the rituals of the gift in full swing, Qiaoqiao eagerly cheered, helping him pull an entire set of the oil pastel gift box from the torn carton.

The flower tied at the top with a ribbon was displayed in the center:

"Chen Chi, this is the gift from my brother! Let me take a picture for you!"

"Alright!"

Chen Chi replied loudly.

Having spent some time at the riverside beach, his skin wasn't ideally protected from wind and sun, but now his cheeks were flush, his eyes exceptionally bright, prompting a smile from anyone who saw him.

Additionally, with energy slowly replenished, his speech carried vigor.

Then he quickly sat by the side, upright, somehow reminiscent of the once trained Chen Xi —

"Snap!"

Qiaoqiao happily approached with her phone: "Got it! I took a great photo!"

Chen Chi still couldn't discern the quality of photos, but as long as the camera captured the gift, flower, and him, it made him very happy.

Thus, he grinned uncontrollably.

And Song Tan took the chance to wave: "Qiaoqiao, take one for me."

Once the camera pointed toward her, she simply tilted her head, resting it on Lun Chuan's shoulder. He instinctively turned to look, hand lightly holding her cheek —

"Done!"

But...

Qiaoqiao frowned: "Brother, you moved."

He showed the photo, and Lun Chuan quietly gazed at it for a while, suddenly complimenting, "You took this really well, I like it a lot."

"Really?"

Qiaoqiao looked at the photo again: pretty brother's profile only displayed surprise and uncertainty, while sister's face carried smiles...

Though the full face wasn't caught, her brother wouldn't lie; he must genuinely like it.

Looking over at Song Tan, who lazily reached out: "Remember to send it to me!"

Qiaoqiao immediately believed she took it beautifully!

And at this moment, Chen Chi had already carefully opened the box, pinching out a bright red oil pastel.

Perhaps the slot was a bit tight; it took several tries to pull out, staining his fingers red:

"What is this?"

Qiaoqiao immediately launched into teacher mode: "This is an oil pastel! Used for drawing! Do you like drawing?"

Chen Chi was somewhat lost — he actually hadn't attended school, and his understanding of drawing was limited to one thing:

"I'll draw chicks on the ground."

"Then draw one." Qiaoqiao quickly crouched beside him, pointing at the floor.

But...

Chen Chi was even more bewildered: "I use sticks to draw chicks; the floor doesn't work."

"Silly!" Qiaoqiao shook her head: "You have a pen in your hand, don't you? You can use that to draw!"

And as for the drawing board and paper tape included in the gift set, they had clearly been completely overlooked.

Song Tan had only one request: "Make sure to clean the floor when you're done!"