Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1862 - 1676: Workload (2)

He Tuo’s face still carried traces of tears.

In his life, he’d never seen his own father with such a ferocious face, even raising a thick rope, seemingly ready to lash it at him.

A good man couldn’t help but shed a couple of tears; now sniffling, amidst everyone’s chaotic efforts, thankfully, he escaped the beating.

But this did not mean the end.

He looked forward again—not getting beaten was because Brother Qiaoqiao’s sister intervened.

She said, "This kid is brave, just beating him might not make him remember, so maybe let him eat at the canteen for lunch; he won’t starve, and it won’t hurt his health."

Those words sounded like a spell.

Although He Tuo didn’t quite understand, miraculously, his dad let go.

Moreover...

He patted his belly and whispered, "What does eating at the cafeteria mean? I’m hungry."

Mom gently patted his cheek with affection: "Eating at the cafeteria means that from now on, you’ll eat the meals you get from the mountain cafeteria, not with us."

He Tuo was momentarily bewildered, quickly recalling the especially delicious meal he’d tasted last night, and suddenly hopeful again:

"Is it tastier than what we eat now?"

"No," Mom’s voice was warm and gentle, and her smile was soft:

"The tastier food is what we eat, and the two girls who haven’t done anything wrong get to eat it too."

She explained, and even raised her voice to ask:

"Lun Chuan, is there food in the mountain cafeteria now?"

Beside her, He Kuang remained displeased, snorting coldly: "He should starve for a day."

However, his wife rolled her eyes: "Do you know what kind of stubborn kid your son is, or not?"

If any of these tricks worked, he wouldn’t still be so rambunctious today. People advocate for quality education, not for hitting kids — their family truly does hit!

He’s been starved too.

None of it worked.

When beaten, the child cried like anything; once the tears were wiped away, he reverted to his usual antics.

And Lun Chuan glanced at the time:

"Our breakfast is a bit earlier. This season, breakfast at the mountain cafeteria is after 9:30."

"Exactly," He Kuang’s wife checked the time: "Let’s eat first, let him watch for now, and later at the cafeteria, he can eat if he wants."

"Oh, right," Lun Chuan remembered the earlier discussion: "He’s too young, and you guys are here for a vacation, you can’t possibly watch over him all day long."

"How about this: Our ranch has a shepherd dog that’s very smart and good with kids. If you don’t mind, let it watch over Tuo."

Really?

Everyone in the Old He Family’s eyes lit up!

He Tuo’s grandfather eagerly asked, "Can it really watch over kids?"

"It can," Lun Chuan assured.

"Our Riverside Beach’s chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep are all managed by them, even little dogs are under their care; they have vast experience."

"And Little Ten is a shepherd dog; it’s strong, capable of running and jumping with great energy, can swim, jump trees, even burrow...intelligence really isn’t inferior to a child."

"Great, great!"

He Kuang was already tearfully grateful: "If it can really watch him, you’re saving my life, Chuan Er!"

Lun Chuan just smiled silently.

He thought, if this kid keeps this kind of commotion up, I’d say your whole family might lose three years of your lifespan.

Not the kind of thing ordinary people can endure.

No wonder at previous gatherings, they never brought the kid; Qin Yun even pondered whether the child was too precious, as if afraid of germs, kept hidden away, not venturing out?

Now it seems, it was all for their benefit!

Good brothers!

Glancing at his own daughter, although not as caring as a dad might wish, like a worn little cotton jacket, but compared totally appreciated as the world’s best daughter...

No more nitpicking!

Yun Feng lagging a step behind, and sighing with his family:

"This guy, back when a new book had a very important recommendation, he promised to add more, yet barely managed to write 2000 words, almost leaving a gap..."

Although He Kuang had some fame and considerable earnings, compared to top-tier gods like Lun Chuan, there was a gap; a high-traffic recommendation slot was extremely significant for him.

"I asked him, he said the kid at home was too rowdy, he spent the whole day running around..."

Yun Feng clucked: Our family has kids too, how rowdy can a child possibly get?

Think about it now, He Kuang managing to write 2000 words under those circumstances truly showed remarkable perseverance!

Once this lively incident passed, it became a rather special experience.

Thus, not only did everyone not find it disappointing, but instead full of laughter—