Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1847 - 1672: Making Friends (6000-Word Special)_2
"Ms. Lu!"
Lun Jing laughed and turned to He Kuang’s parents and in-laws, saying:
"We can still borrow this tricycle, but for someone without experience, it’s easy to tip over when turning, which isn’t safe."
"Just as the air in the village is nice, it’s not hot if you get up early. If you don’t mind, tomorrow I’ll have my son take you up the mountain at a leisurely pace, and after picking, you can put the stuff on the tricycle to bring down."
He Kuang’s parents were naturally delighted: "Walking is good, walking is good! At home, we always have to drive when picking up kids, so it’s something new. Let’s just treat it as a morning walk."
But they wondered how early was early in the countryside?
"What time shall we wake up?"
Lun Jing chuckled: "Everyone’s been traveling nonstop, so if we rest early tonight, I guess you’ll naturally wake up when it’s time tomorrow."
She thought for a moment and then asked: "Are we having normal three meals a day, or shall we follow the village’s work schedule?"
If they followed the village’s work schedule, breakfast would be around 9, lunch after a nap, and dinner at eight or nine was normal.
Qin Yun’s family also came downstairs at this time and, hearing this, discussed with Yun Feng’s family: "Let’s follow the village work schedule."
That way, while strolling, they can follow the village rhythm, and a later breakfast just suits their lazy young lifestyle!
"Okay." Lun Chuan nodded agreement, then looked at the hesitant elders and several kids from kindergarten and elementary school, reassuring them:
"Kids can’t endure hunger, but in the village, there’s no way they’ll go hungry, don’t worry."
After some chatter, when everyone was present, Lun Jing promptly pushed the watermelon on the table:
"Come, you’re probably too tired from the journey to have an appetite. Have some appetizing tea and two slices of watermelon to loosen your stomach, and then we’ll start dinner right away."
It wasn’t noticeable until mentioned, but the smell of watermelon seemed more pronounced in the night breeze.
The kids couldn’t wait anymore and gathered around, seeing Uncle Lu encouragingly looking at them. They grabbed a big piece without hesitation, and after one bite, their eyes brightened up.
"The watermelon is so good to eat!"
Then happily smeared watermelon all over their faces, mouths, and bodies.
"This kid..."
The elders laughed too, and reached out for a slice of watermelon.
Yun Feng’s wife, not as familiar with everyone, hesitated a bit, worrying about smudging her makeup, but after one bite, she awkwardly pulled out a tissue to wipe her lipstick and then dug in wholeheartedly, apparently not minding anymore.
The aunts helping with dishes paused at the kitchen entrance, feeling like they heard piglets from the pigsty snorting and gobbling.
...
Meanwhile, at Lao Song’s family, Wu Lan was watching TV while munching on a cucumber.
At the same time, she asked Song Tan, "Xiaolun has friends and elders visiting today, why aren’t you joining to entertain them?"
Song Tan was playing Chinese checkers with Qiaoqiao and was holding a round glass bead: "They’ve had a hard journey. Visiting now would just mean exchanging a few polite words, which isn’t necessary."
"Tomorrow I’ll take them to stroll around the mountain and the riverside beach, that’s enough."
Qiaoqiao curiously asked, "Brother Lun Chuan said there would be 3 little friends coming too, should I play host?"
Song Tan placed the glass bead in his territory without hesitation, then laughed: "Do you want to host?"
Qiaoqiao shook her head: "I don’t know, but Brother Lun Chuan said, this is my home, I just need to be happy. If I want to play with the kids, I can go over, if not, I can find my own friends."
But he hadn’t played with kids before, so he didn’t know if he wanted to or not.
The chance of kids coming to Yunqiao Village was too small, and he usually found it hard to meet new friends.
Wu Lan was indifferent about the kids’ friendship: "Then just go with your sister to take a look first. If their kids are mischievous, we’ll just come back."
Qiaoqiao thought for a bit and seemed a bit expectant:
"Okay."
The family of three had tasks, while Song Sancheng remained silent. Wu Lan glanced at him twice: "What’s wrong?"
Song Sancheng hesitated mysteriously: "I think someone is stealing our crayfish." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
?!!
The whole family’s attention was drawn to this statement.
The key point is—
"Those crayfish are still so small, who would steal them?"
They hadn’t been raised for long, and their shells were still fragile, small, with no meat; even barbecue stalls wouldn’t take these.
Who would bother stealing them? And getting caught by her dad too?
"It’s true!"
Song Sancheng emphasized: "Not only stealing, but they are also very careless. I went to the other side of the river this morning, and there were pieces of shells by the bank, along with little crabs."
