Her Cultivation Diary

The owners are well-matched, so shouldn't the dogs be well-matched too?

Brother Xiaosun had to muster up countless rounds of courage in his heart, and only after practically wearing out his lips was he able to coax Zhang Yanping into saying a word—

"Alright, alright, a matchmaking it is. I will say a few good words in front of them."

As for "them," that would naturally include everyone from Da Wang to Qibao, from Princess to Duoduo, with a promise to never let any opportunity slip away.

This marks the first large offline matchmaking event organized by the dog park since its establishment.

Seeing everyone driving over from all corners of the country, Brother Xiaosun couldn't help but feel enthusiastic.

However...

"What's with these few Tian Yuan dogs?"

As a dog lover himself, Brother Xiaosun naturally likes Tian Yuan dogs.

Especially the four that came today, each one tall and long-legged, with sleek lines and shiny fur, sitting there with a wise and energetic look. Pants with smiles, making them particularly captivating.

But...

"Taking them over there won't find any matching breed."

"Didn't you watch the previous videos? The three local dogs from Lao Song's family are just regular mixed-breed local dogs. I can't quite tell what specific pedigree they have, but they don't match with ours."

People's well-matching focuses on family and shared values. For dogs, it's much simpler—look at the breed, look at the pedigree.

Especially for the same breed, it's best to pair with the same breed.

Those who have the time to drive their dogs over for matchmaking are generally not financially stressed, and finding a mate for the dog isn't necessarily for breeding.

But even so, Brother Xiaosun sincerely advised, "Let's try to pick the same breed, okay? Otherwise, size differences can present risks when mating."

"And when they're the same breed, the pedigree of the puppies will be more stable. Even if you can't care for them and give them away, the recipient will likely pay more attention if it's a good pedigree."

His words sounded mercenary, but the logic was sound.

Especially when two different pedigrees result in puppies, you won't know which gene dominates or what characteristics will appear—what if they inherit the Huskies' tendency to destroy homes and the Chows' large build...

Wouldn't anyone find themselves exasperated?

Brother Xiaosun stresses over the dogs, while the dog owners laugh carefree:

"No worries! We love Tian Yuan dogs. My family likes the Pekingese my grandma raised. My grandpa picked up a Teddy mix."

"My Tian Yuan dog was rescued, and those three Tian Yuan dogs you posted have similar builds to ours, a rare opportunity to go out and see the world, let them decide."

Brother Xiaosun knows Lao Song's family doesn't fuss over pedigrees; they are used to guard pig pens, cattle fields, and hills...

So he replied, "Alright, let's see when we get there."

"By the way, a reminder for you. If you come across anything Lao Song's family is selling, no matter the price, buy it first without hesitation!"

"No matter how absurd the price, buy it, then resell it to me, everyone can consider it a personal shopping service for me, okay?"

These words stirred up laughter in the group:

"What, matchmaking dogs and still helping people sell goods? What good things are worth such a fuss?"

However, the owners of William and General became very keen and swiftly joined the conversation:

"Dog Brother's right! Brothers and sisters, buy whatever you can! You can sell them to us too!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We want them too."

The two fondly remembered that meal they shared with the dogs last year. Even though they couldn't recall the exact taste, saliva unintentionally welled up at the memory.

They could only ask once more, "Is it true there's no meal at Lao Song's family this time?"

"Indeed, no meal!"

Brother Xiaosun was also disappointed! As the event organizer, he couldn't leave the group to have a special meal. Therefore, he had to eat at the cafeteria too.

He gloomily stated, "Too many people, so everyone eats cafeteria meals."

"Don't worry about the dogs; they eat the same as the dogs at their home."

"It seems to be some secret dog meal..."

People never worried about the dogs' food; you could tell from the state of Lao Song's family's dogs that the daily meals were definitely better than their own.

Now they could only sigh, "Humans are worse off than dogs."

...

Lao Song's family really had things to sell today.

Yesterday, they invited people from the village to start picking Mugwort Sprouts and Yuxing Grass. The Yuxing Grass around the pond had spread over the year, turning into a huge patch.

Now in March, it's growing rapidly, and tender leaves can be snapped with handfuls, picking them couldn't be any faster.

If not for needing its roots for summer's Fishy Root Tea, pulling it outright would be even faster.

Comparatively, Liu Liu, along with some people from the village, applied more effort when picking Mugwort Sprouts at Shitou Slope.

Because after picking the tender leaves, they wanted them to grow for making Ai Tiao during Dragon Boat Festival.

But they planted the mugwort too densely, making it difficult to navigate and slowed down their efficiency.

Yet still, with hundreds of acres at Shitou Slope, with over a hundred acres dedicated to mugwort, they freely picked tender leaves, and each person could gather several large baskets in a morning.

Zhou Maozhu, who had been idle for half a year, picked up his tea frying skills again.

The difference is these frying were simple and had lower requirements, so Lao Song's family paid lower wages. But without needing to stay up late, he happily engaged in it.

And here, Qiaoqiao was streaming live, teaching everyone a new skill.

The live stream just started, and the chat was flooded with shouts—

[Baobao! Don't be so diligent, my Mugwort Cake isn't ready yet!]

[Curse it, yesterday my Artemisia Bun turned out terribly, the filling was too salty.]

[Another skill indeed is valuable—I submitted my work overnight and wait for my top-three spot to win Little Red Flower!]

[Can't master any skill, I even dreamt of eating Mugwort Cake last night, woke up with my pillow completely soaked in drool.]

[Learning a new trick again? Will this give out Little Red Flower too?]

[This one seems much simpler!]

Zhang Yanping, focused on the chat, chimed in at this moment to add, "This one is too easy, no technicality, so no Little Red Flower this time."

"Oh, and those yet to submit, hurry up, the deadline is tomorrow."

"Remember everyone, only the top three get Little Red Flower—forget it, let's open up to the top ten this time!"

"Because that Mugwort Cake and Artemisia Bun are really delicious, Mugwort Cake's rice flour crust is fried crispy, the inside soft and fragrant."

"Diced meat and Mugwort Buds blend together, along with garlic sprouts' overwhelming aroma—you can't imagine how delicious until you try it."

"Artemisia Bun sounds ordinary, but when white mugwort mixes with dough, filled with vermicelli and egg stuffing. The eggs are laid by our chickens, take a bite..."

Zhang Yanping spoke, swaying his head:

"There are only a few dozen left frozen in the freezer. If you don't submit your work soon, one more meal will finish them all."