Her Cultivation Diary

Da Wang has absolutely no resistance to this kind of exclusive favoritism.

Even though it feels like it hasn't done much, the huge bag of pig bones right before its eyes belongs solely to it! So it sits upright, its front paws alternately lifting and lowering, its enormous dog head slightly raised to look at Song Tan beside it, its big shiny eyes filled with joy.

Why is this dog so adorable?

Song Tan grabs its big dog head and gives it a rub, then says to it again, "It's all for Da Wang, go ahead and eat!"

Da Wang lets out a "woof-um" from its throat, then lowers its head and swiftly picks out a fragrant big bone!

The craftsmanship of Seventh Uncle seems to be shared between humans and dogs alike, even if not, this was a pig slaughtered during Laba! Even the thoroughly gnawed pig bones still carried the aroma of braised seasoning, and with Da Wang's bite strength, a "crunch" was all it took to make them crack and shatter.

It eats its fill every day, so these bones are more like tasty snacks, but for Little Ten and Little Eleven who are still in a state of reflection...

Other dogs have snacks, but they don't. This is what truly hurts their self-esteem!

At this moment, they're whimpering and looking at Song Tan woefully; if it weren't for Da Wang's intimidating presence, they would have rushed forward, pleading and acting spoiled.

Honestly, the thought is quite cute.

But—

Song Tan glanced at Da Wang again, and said seriously, "A household cannot have two educational philosophies."

"You two are Da Wang's underlings, you should listen to him! Since you were disobedient on the ranch, I won't let anyone give you snacks for the next week."

"Do you know why? Because when the chickens and ducks are startled, they won't lay eggs. Each egg is ten or twenty bucks, and since they aren't making money, your snack allowance gets deducted."

These snacks aren't some cheap dog biscuits or canned food; they're leftovers from meals at home, such as dried shrimp, fish pieces, pumpkin slices, etc...

"Aw-woo aw-woo wooooow—"

The river wind blows gently, Little Ten and Little Eleven howl to the sky, extraordinarily miserable.

...

Brother Xiaosun is worn out, determined this time to successfully mediate a matchmaking and redeem his past failures!

Upon returning, he first posts videos and pictures of the dogs in his VIP group, with this time's conditions for marriage written even more meticulously than before!

However, the first to sign up is still William.

Second, General.

Brother Xiaosun: …

"No, brother," he says sincerely, "Last year it didn't work out, and you're here again this year? Don't you have to go to work?"

"You don't understand." William's owner sighs, "Whenever I think about how my well-raised dog isn't as excellent as others, and the matchmaking wasn't successful... I get so angry I wake up in the middle of the night fuming!"

"Exactly!" General's owner also grumbles, "Do you understand that feeling? You have an unparalleled, good daughter, and the match introduced was supposedly a great catch, rich and handsome... Ah hey! I think my General isn't bad either, although her name sounds fierce, she's a gentle sweetheart in daily life."

"Yet the match didn't work out!"

"Really infuriating!"

They've been clients for many years, so Brother Xiaosun speaks truthfully: "Well... what if it doesn't work out this year either?"

"It's not that I think our dogs are bad, but there are indeed some differences, plainly visible to the eye."

"Plus last time I went, none of the dogs showed signs of being in heat, they're all just focused on eating and working and their careers..."

The two dog owners give a bitter smile: "If not them, then you've got to introduce us to someone somewhat suitable!"

"William didn't mate all last year; other dogs come and he scares them away."

"What? William too? I thought it was General who got her pride hurt and wouldn't do it!"

Upon saying this, everyone in the group watching the drama falls silent.

A moment later, Brother Xiaosun suddenly receives a heap of sign-up forms.

"Look at our dog, aren't those native dogs eager to mate? Ours are the proper five-black!"

"That one called Princess is really gorgeous, a retired working dog, and in our family, not a single one is registered. Do you think it would match with ours?"

"This Duoduo seems a bit chubby, dragging pigs along... but that fur color, that energetic spirit... cough, Brother Xiaosun, my Labu is fit and strong, I think it'll work—hey, what do you think when puppies are born, will the fur be like gold?"

All morning, similar messages flood through the group, leaving Brother Xiaosun feeling overwhelmed with pressure, prompting him to quickly send out an announcement—

[As for chatting about the match-making for furry kids, everyone please don't be hasty, there's no use rushing, the dogs at this household aren't really into relationships, last year several were brought over and none were chosen, so this year might not work out either.]

[Moreover, the ranch there only covers the food and accommodation for dog owners, if they're not chosen, travel expenses won't be reimbursed, so think carefully.]

Upon saying this, the boiling emotions momentarily calm down.

But after a while, someone suddenly asks, "When did bringing furry kids out for matchmaking ever reimburse travel expenses?"

Right!

The crowd is surprised, most meet up within the same city, so where do travel costs come into play? Though this time it's quite remote, Brother Xiaosun's dog farm is also quite remote, and back then didn't they travel miles and miles to buy a dog?

Why do people raise furry kids? It's just to provide elite education, send them to college, then retirement[nottrue]!

Isn't choosing a match among the elite in the dog world normal?

Upon saying this, it feels like those dogs in the video not only have high status but even a noble style!

Except for some who simply cannot make long trips, the sentiment in the group becomes even more fervent than before—

"Dog Brother! Quickly move my kid forward in the queue!"

"Hey, don't be picky, take them all over for a big group matchmaking party!"

"Exactly! If the dogs at the ranch aren't interested in ours, we can have an internal selection among us, isn't that good too?"

"Honestly, we all know each other in the group's dogs, we know their conditions better than just randomly browsing online, it's more reliable."

Upon saying this, everyone thinks carefully—makes sense!

...

Brother Xiaosun is under great pressure, but the mountain and valley are a picture of leisure.

After Qibao swapped shifts to Shitou Slope, Song Tan and Lun Chuan finally managed to pick a basket of yellow mugwort and a basket of mugwort sprouts. Now they are home washing them, the splashing water twisting and turning green leaves in the bamboo basket, spreading the aroma of white mugwort and mugwort.

A bit bitter, yet distinctively fragrant.

"Quite pleasant."

Lun Chuan commented, "I recall there's a perfume of this scent; does Tantan like it? I'll customize a bottle."

Wu Lan and Aunt Lianhua are happily sorting through the leaves, instinctively responding upon hearing, "Why bother with perfume, if you like it, I'll cut some mugwort for you to hang in the closet during Dragon Boat Festival."

Aunt Lianhua instinctively asks, "Does Yellow Wormwood like it? If you like it, I'll cut more yellow wormwood and make fermented bean paste this year."