Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1852 - 1673: High-Energy Kids (Still 6,000 Words) (Part 3)
Chattering and laughing, occasionally a sharp voice would break through, showing they were already having wild fun in the field.
The biggest task for Qiaoqiao was to ensure they didn’t step on the vegetable garden.
If they stomped on the greens, it wasn’t a big deal. Wherever they stepped, she’d just pick it up, and they’d cook it for lunch.
But for other plants—
She stopped He Tuo, who was running wildly, "No way, if you step on it, it won’t bear fruit. That’s not good."
When she got serious, she had a pretty stern demeanor.
He Tuo, having gone through complete kindergarten education, was used to a lot more rules in school compared to now. Plus, they were guests at someone else’s place, so he held back:
"Alright, I won’t step on these, but can I pick that eggplant?"
"Sure," Qiaoqiao generously replied,
"We can pick the biggest ones, there are big ones, long ones, green ones, purple ones, white ones, and ones with patterns..."
Apart from the market, where else would kids see such a variety of vegetables?
Their school did organize visits to nearby vegetable gardens for field trips, but those were all about hydroponics and vertical planting.
For little kids, all they saw was a sea of green.
The teachers were strict, not allowing them to touch anything; after a whole day of fussing around, all they got to pick were two strawberries by themselves.
But that didn’t compare to the feeling of having an entire mountain to themselves now.
Forget causing trouble, just running up and down the paths was enough to drain half their energy.
Occasionally, the leaves and branches would brush against their faces, but to them, caught up in the joy of playing, it was no issue at all.
He Kuang’s mom even let out a soft sigh:
"I always said he belongs in the countryside!"
While the kids picked, the adults enjoyed it too.
Who wouldn’t love such a vast vegetable garden?
And the orchard in the distance—
"Are the fruits there ripe?"
Qin Yun was eager to try.
"No," Song Tan laughed, "but when you leave, there should be some ripe Eagle Beak Peaches to eat. You can take a couple of baskets home."
"Great!"
Qin Yun wasn’t shy at all, "What about pomegranates? Are they ripe?"
"It’s not their season yet."
"Neither are the persimmons."
"The pears are good though; our local green pears are very tasty."
"The apples are almost ready...
"Some of the jujubes might be ready..."
Comparatively, the majority aren’t ready.
He Kuang exclaimed, "Summer doesn’t catch it, and winter break doesn’t catch it either. School takes up too much time!"
Looking at the wide variety of fruits and veggies, a basket of potatoes, a basket of cucumbers, a basket of tomatoes, a basket of greens...
Sigh!
Add the fruits, and it feels like there won’t be enough space in the car!
Yet Yun Feng, who had been silent, quietly surveyed the vast mountain landscape and softly suggested, "Dad, if there isn’t enough room in the car, you and mom can take the high-speed train back."
Wow!
All the parents who heard this had brightened eyes, nodding approvingly at him.
...
The adults were equally amazed in the vegetable garden, carrying little baskets, fascinated by everything they saw, soon filling them to the brim.
Qin Yun’s wife regretfully said, "Seeing the kids with big baskets, I laughed at their greed. If I’d known, I would have brought a bigger basket too."
Isn’t that so?
They hadn’t picked much and it was already full, so they had to ask family members to bring a couple more.
But they knew their limits, picking mostly leafy greens that seemed to take up space.
Grabbing a big bunch, just enough for one dish when cooked.
A couple of big eggplants, and an eggplant bun would be done by noon.
Besides, if they couldn’t finish at noon, they could still cook more for dinner, not a problem at all. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Song Tan let them enjoy themselves—not just for the host’s sake but because Lun Chuan cared about their family, so she should treat his friends well too.
Effort and gain! Harmony requires both sides to be balanced.
She even pointed to another corner: "Pick more cilantro from over there, we can prepare it to sprinkle on the lamb soup later."
Whoever eats it can sprinkle it, no need to worry about dietary restrictions.
But the prospect of eating soon evidently boosted everyone’s enthusiasm, and they immediately gathered around.
The elders began to discuss, "Is this an old variety? It lies flat, the stalks have some color..."
"It feels like it’s been years since such a thing was seen in the market."
Song Tan laughed, "Yes, it’s not trendy anymore. This type tends to wilt in the heat, affecting its flavor and making it hard to clean."
