Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1849 - 1672: Making Friends

"Try some rice stalks made from this year’s new rice, a bit sticky to the teeth, but very fragrant and sweet."

Without his prompting, He Kuang’s wife is already munching down two stalks, chewing and mulling, the roof of her mouth even slightly aching, yet she’s reluctant to put them down.

Then He Kuang quickly stops her:

"Auntie Lu said there’s lamb soup to drink this morning, eat less of this."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s eager hands drew back.

Oh well, let’s use it to line our stomachs first; rice stalks can be eaten anytime, but fresh lamb soup is only today!

Lun Chuan laughed:

"Yes, it was slaughtered just at dawn, very fresh."

"Let’s take a spin up the hill first, around 9 o’clock, have Master Chai bring the lamb slices and cabbage vermicelli to stew together, and pair it with this year’s freshly milled wheat flour to make lamb broth-poured flatbread..."

In the midst of summer, is it appropriate to talk about such hearty food?

Everyone slurped and muttered about treating winter ailments in summer, that summer should be for eating lamb, while patting their already full bellies, wishing they could start eating immediately.

But...

Well!

After all, being in someone else’s home means to hold one’s dignity, so everyone listened quietly to the arrangements.

Mosquito repellent applied, children with water bottles on their backs, adults sipping tea, just ready to move when suddenly outside the flower and wood corridor in the yard stands a girl like a fairy.

Lun Chuan, equally celestial in appearance, also smiled:

"Tantan."

He thoughtfully introduced the couple to both sides, everyone glanced at them, even though they’d heard before, they couldn’t help but praise: 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"So good-looking, such a match!"

Originally Xiaolun was already exceptionally handsome, a few scars on his face did not diminish his allure.

Who would have thought that the girl he accidentally met via a car accident would be so outstanding!

Especially as she stands gracefully like a serene bamboo, making people feel she’s extraordinary.

And after greeting everyone, this equally fairy-like girl swiftly mounted the old maroon tricycle beside her:

"I’m riding the tricycle up the hill first, anyone wants a ride?"

Her fairy-like aura vanished instantly.

Everyone: ...

But—such a curious tricycle!

It’s something city kids have never ridden before!

Three kids immediately jumped and shouted:

"Me, me, me!"

Song Tan laughed: "It’s not safe if only children ride, just wait a moment, I’ll first bring a big brother to watch over you..."

Everyone knows the girlfriend of Lun Chuan here and her family; the big brother she’s referring to is probably Teacher Qiaoqiao whom they follow in the livestream room?

Oh wow!

Parents and elders also warm up enthusiastically.

"Great, great! Teacher Qiaoqiao must have a way with kids."

This truly surprises Song Tan: "Everyone watches the livestream too."

"Of course," Mr. Yun promptly started sharing: "Ever since the kids sent tea leaves, I knew about it, watched every episode but never managed to buy any."

With the old man’s internet speed and hand speed, it’s indeed noteworthy to manage a purchase.

Song Tan laughed.

Yun Feng’s wife’s mother also laughed: "Qiaoqiao is such a good and sensible child; I like him too, always watching..."

At their age, they love such well-behaved, elegant, and smart children.

Especially Qiaoqiao’s naïve but methodical actions, who wouldn’t love him?

His million fans aren’t mere boosted figures.

With this foundational understanding, the person should be easy to get along with.

Song Tan rode the bike home to fetch Qiaoqiao, reminding him along the way:

"You get along with the kids first, make friends if you can, if not, it doesn’t matter. If you’re unhappy, you can say so, and next time, we won’t play with them."

Her words were caring, but Qiaoqiao was earnest.

"That won’t do, I asked Teacher Xin last night, he said Brother Lun Chuan is my family, his friends I must also treat as friends, I am the host..."

After thinking a bit, he added: "...one of them."

No matter what, as a host, I must kindly accommodate the friends.

"If they’re unreasonable, I’ll accommodate where I can. If not, I’ll point it out. If they still don’t listen, I won’t play with them next time."

He spoke earnestly:

"Teacher Xin said, as people grow, making friends is like a bear picking corn; each phase may lose some friends and gain some new ones."

"So when making friends, success and failure aren’t that crucial, but I must first do well myself."

"Wow!"

Song Tan was truly amazed.

"Teacher Xin is so good, I must ponder when to give him a grand gift..."

Otherwise, it simply wouldn’t be morally right!

Also, she couldn’t help but be moved: There’s nothing like the deep bond of classmates!

If not for her old classmate Rich Qianqian, how could she have picked up such a gem-like life mentor!

Look at their Qiaoqiao, taught so well!

Qiaoqiao also earnestly: "I told Chen Chi, for Teacher’s Day, we must gift Teacher Xin, as well as Teacher Tang, Teacher Song..."

Just what to give, the two haven’t decided yet, but first informed Song Tan now.

Song Tan nodded: "Indeed!"

She also needs to discuss with Lun Chuan.

Since this friendship clearly treats them as real family, just handing over money and bonuses spoils the sentiment; they must think about what’s appropriate.

Although Song Tan worried Qiaoqiao might feel aggrieved, Qiaoqiao is prepared to be a magnanimous host...

But kids, hardly resist playing with older ones!

They only disdain those younger, but facing those older, they’d instead like to be a little tail.

Though Qiaoqiao is tall and evidently of a different age, he plays like peers!

Everyone obediently gathered onto the tricycle, watching Qiaoqiao stack them in the tricycle bed and seat himself on the outside to prevent falls; parents grew more assured.

And as noisy and loud as the kids usually are, under Qiaoqiao’s instructions, they obediently grasped the railing, impressing parents with surprises:

"Seriously, why can’t they be this obedient at home..."

As Song Tan grabbed the handlebars, she called out:

"Hold tight! We’re driving up the hill, this time reaching before your parents!"

"Alright!!!"

Kids shouted from the tricycle bed, the vehicle whirring forward, carrying their joyful laughter into the countryside breeze.

Watching them fade into the distance and hearing their loud cheers in the wind, everyone couldn’t help but laugh as well.