Her Cultivation Diary

The romance that Lun Chuan hadn't yet spoken came to an abrupt halt, seeing Song Tan trying hard not to laugh beside him, he also felt somewhat embarrassed.

In the end, it was Song Tan who saved him: "I'm not very fond of mugwort, I prefer the fragrance of Lemon Blossom that you had last year."

Lun Chuan hadn't yet reacted before he noticed that everyone busy in the courtyard had cast their gaze over.

A moment later, even though he hadn't done anything, he couldn't help but blush, then explained: "That was custom-made too, exclusively floral scent— the top note is Milan, after a while it transforms into Lemon Blossom. But the fidelity of the floral scent is quite high..."

He didn't finish explaining because Zhang Yanping had already leaned over curiously:

"How long does it take for it to transform?"

Lun Chuan realized belatedly, and couldn't help but close his mouth at that moment.

However, even with his mouth shut, Wu Lan and Aunt Lianhua exchanged glances in the courtyard, their eyes laden with meaning. Then they laughed and said:

"Ah, we older folks can't meddle in young people's affairs of love, feel free to date, any fragrance will do— Xiaolun, if you like that lemon fragrance, plant some in the courtyard!"

A grown girl can't be kept!

Originally, the green onions, garlic sprouts, and cilantro she grew by the door were quite nice, wasn't it that she just planted them casually while eating, making them grow unevenly—

But isn't that how vegetable gardens are?

Ends up dating Xiaolun, now in love with flowers and plants, hasn't allowed vegetables to be planted since winter...

Of course, now a variety of flowers have been planted for almost half a month, as Song Tan subtly summoned Spiritual Energy, the new leaves and buds are eagerly sprouting.

Plus the kid's aesthetics surpassed his, the arrangement of the flowerbeds were in perfect proportion, villagers passing by would have to praise it twice, Wu Lan herself posted several videos on Douyin...

Ahem, knowing how to plant flowers is quite good for a child.

There's no harm in planting another lemon.

The redness on Lun Chuan's face had receded, his emotions restored: "I've planted some, specially chosen two lemon trees, one with large fruit - the fragrant lemon, its floral scent is especially pleasant, the fruit is the size of a fist and is golden in color."

"And there's also a small fragrant lemon, the fruit is the size of a small kumquat, crushed in summer and brewed as lemon tea, it's delicious."

He pointed outside the courtyard: "Didn't plant in the flowerbeds, they're beside the cherry trees."

But now, the lemon buds haven't sprouted, yet the cherry blossoms were about to wilt completely.

As soon as he finished speaking, Seventh Uncle came out with a basin of filling:

"The mugwort has a strong flavor, for noon's Artemisia bun I used some pork lard residue with vermicelli— should I add chili?"

"Don't add any!" Song Tan shook his head: "If you want it spicy, add sauce yourself. We have lots of sauces at home."

Green pepper beef sauce, watermelon sauce, soybean sauce, chili sauce, or even sauced beans can be added.

That's what Seventh Uncle thought too, then asked again: "How do you all want to eat mugwort sprouts? Make green balls or just paste cookies?"

Everyone's reaction was unanimous this time—

"Just make cookies!"

"Green balls need glutinous rice flour, they're hard to digest."

"What filling do you put in green balls? I saw online that some people put pork floss, we don't really like that here."

"Why not make Mugwort Glutinous Rice Cake? I feel that's tasty. Oily, crispy on the outside, glutinous inside…"

"I feel Artemisia bun tastes better than mugwort…"

Amidst everyone's chatter, each had their preferences, Seventh Uncle's importance as a chef was revealed, and he delightedly reassured: "Rest assured, everyone will have a taste!"

Then with a wave of his big hand, he summoned again:

"Zhang Yanping, come down and lend a hand— crush all this mugwort and mugwort sprouts."

Zhang Yanping pointed at himself incredulously: "Me?"

He was still lying on the third-floor terrace, there's so many people downstairs: "Why me?"

Seventh Uncle hesitated for a moment: "No idea why, just looking at you feels like you have strength."

But actually, who at home doesn't know, Zhang Yanping hardly does any physical labor, if asked to grind he'd huff and puff.

However—

Seventh Uncle pondered for a moment: "If you can grind, crushing mugwort should be no problem, right?"

Although the grinding speed is low, anyway it's for tonight's dinner, working all afternoon isn't rushed.

"Can't crush a bit!" Zhang Yanping protested bitterly: "Seventh Uncle, don't look down on me like that! I do have a salary!"

As he spoke, he saw Lun Chuan already rolling up his sleeves: "How do you make it? Let me do it."

He volunteered and eyed the stone mortar in the corner of the courtyard.

But Seventh Uncle hesitated: "Why not let it be? Your clothes are quite expensive, if they get splashed with juice..."

He knew, Lun Chuan is a typical Princess Pea, not to mention clothes that must be smooth and soft, even the rough fabric on the pestle, if he exerted himself for a while, his hands would be worn raw.

Now it hadn't been mentioned about Princess Peach's delicate constitution, it's already giving Song Tan's partner a little face.

Lun Chuan however glanced at his T-shirt: "That's okay, this is pure cotton." It's just that the process has more steps, the price is higher, and the softness is increased.

"Forget it, forget it." Wu Lan also advised: "Xiaolun, I know you're diligent, come help select the vegetables, this rough work isn't suitable for you."

If they made the kid crush these baskets full of leaves, they'd be eating weeping silently later.

Wu Lan made a decisive call: "Let Tantan do it, she's strong."

"Even strong ones get tired from working, let me do it." But Lun Chuan had already rolled up his sleeves, easily pushed the stone mortar to the side, then turned on the faucet to rinse it.

Meanwhile, lying on the third floor, Zhang Yanping received everyone's gaze: "..."

He yelled angrily, "No matter if it's Mugwort Glutinous Rice Cake or Artemisia bun, I want to eat ten!"

Then with his muscular body charged downstairs, pushing Lun Chuan aside with a backhand, his iron palms pressing on the stone mortar, attempting to pour out the water inside.

"Heave ho!"

"..."

"Emmm..."

Failed.

The look in everyone's eyes was indescribable.

He took a deep breath, the earnestness like holding up a cauldron, then exerted force again—

"Let me do it instead."

Lun Chuan had easily moved to his side, then effortlessly grabbed his wrist and pushed him aside, swiftly placed his palm on the edge of the stone mortar with slight force, and the water-filled stone mortar swiftly tilted, spilling water out in a torrent following the curvature of the courtyard.

He then shook the stone mortar, waiting for the residual water at the bottom to sway, before turning on the faucet again to rinse.

When he stood up and let go, his palm was already red.

Everyone: ...

Just, don't know which to comment on— anyway, Zhang Yanping, you've been in the countryside for a whole year! Don't do any physical labor, growing so robust yet so weak in strength?

It's fortunate Doctor Xiao Guo wasn't around, or wouldn't be seen favorably!

And Lun Chuan, what a delicate one...

Wu Lan sighed, thinking it's fortunate the family has prospered and doesn't need them to farm anymore.