Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1864 - 1677: Boomerang

Master Xiaozhou was almost trembling with heartache.

I mean, what kind of kid needs that much money to be watched for a day?

To concede a thousand steps, couldn’t he take care of it himself?

But he had been employed before, and knew that the boss’s business is for the boss to handle, so he could only suppress his pain and look at the boy who was still howling—

Hum!

So young and yet cries so hard, surely won’t eat anything good.

This thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw a young lady among the guests carrying a big bowl, gulping down the last two sips of soup, even sipping up the cilantro at the bottom.

Then she sighed, her voice filled with satisfaction and savor: 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Really delicious!"

Isn’t it though.

Master Xiaozhou loved hearing this, his master and he had tasted the fresh soup and were already beaming in the kitchen, now he happily sent over the freshly baked bread:

"This bread is tasty, you don’t have to soak it in soup, it’s sweet on its own!"

Although He Kuang’s wife had already eaten a piece of bread and two bowls of soup, she now rubbed her belly, looked at the hot, fragrant, crispy on the outside, soft inside, uniquely dry aromatic flatbread.

She gritted her teeth, her pain visibly apparent, but finally reached out to grab a piece:

"Everyone, eat up, I’m taking Tuo up the mountain for breakfast now."

Even though she had eaten a bit too much, and felt a bit full, walking up the mountain should burn enough calories to merit this piece of bread, right?

And He Tuo whimpered as he followed her out, while saying familiarly, "Mom, I won’t climb trees next time..."

"Mom, I won’t sneak away like this next time."

"Mom, I won’t worry you anymore next time..."

"Can I have a bite of that bread?"

"Good boy, you said that last time too. Mom can’t control you, so just enjoy the good food for now."

The tone was filled with obvious resignation.

The He Family’s faces bore a united sense of defeat.

Everyone: ...

Song Tan quietly sipped the soup: "It’s good that he... knows to change when he realizes he’s wrong."

He Kuang’s eyes reddened, almost crying from grievance: "If he could change when he knew he’s wrong, why would our whole family suffer this way?"

Lun Chuan pondered for a moment: "Then you really need to consider this, it proves the child doesn’t see it as wrong, nor can he understand your concerns."

He Kuang sighed heavily.

Everyone understands the reasoning, consulting lots of psychology and parenting experts, even had the physical checks done repeatedly.

But the child is simply how he is, if there’s no solution, there’s just no solution.

All one can say is, fate!

Whenever they thought of this matter, it gave the family a headache, yet glancing at each other, they couldn’t help but laugh—

Well, since this trouble isn’t their own, isn’t it quite amusing?

And Qiaoqiao at that moment wiped her mouth: "Sis, I’m going up the mountain to wait for Little Ten!"

Song Tan nodded: "Go ahead, tell Little Ten, if he does well there’s an extra meal."

Once Qiaoqiao left, everyone wondered again: "Wasn’t the dog on the mountain before? How come we didn’t see it?"

Qin Yun was also puzzled: "I remember they were all at Riverside Beach."

Lun Chuan explained: "Usually they’re at Riverside Beach, but if the mountain needs, just tell them and they’ll wait at the workshop by themselves."

He had just sent Chen Xi a message, considering Little Ten’s energetic nature, he was likely already waiting on the mountain.

Indeed, as soon as Qiaoqiao reached the mountain, she was greeted by Little Ten wagging his big tail, shiny fur, bouncing around before her.

Compared to guarding Riverside Beach, watching the vegetable fields seems to have more promise!

Lately, the little master picks vegetables every day, and they get to sneak some in as well.

The only regret is, while Little Ten is clever, the owner doesn’t heed its cleverness when assigning tasks.

Other dogs eat one, so does it, too much loss.

And He Tuo was truly hungry.

On the way, he watched his mom eat the crispy flatbread, because she’d already eaten her fill, she held the flatbread and slowly ate small bites, the more she ate, the hungrier He Tuo became.

When he reached the mountain, famished, he had already forgotten to be picky, and dove into the cafeteria food with big bites.

Master Jiang would be having lunch at Lao Song’s for a gathering, but seeing him eating alone at the cafeteria now, couldn’t help but be taken aback:

"What, didn’t have enough for breakfast?"

He Kuang’s wife looked at the similarly attractive and fragrant dishes, a bit regretful:

"We ate well, but this child was being unruly, so he’s been punished."

"But, but the food in this mountain cafeteria, looks delicious too..."

Although it should not be better than the morning’s lamb soup, it surely surpasses the average standard, right?

Seeing the child’s satisfied face, kids forget easily, doesn’t matter if they missed out, how does that serve any educational purpose?

Although looking at past experiences, this educational significance doesn’t really educate the child, but at least it offers the family a chance to vent!

In any case, looking back now, it’s probably better to stay hungry.

Feeling dejected, Qiaoqiao appeared leading a black-and-white Border Collie.

He Kuang’s wife perked up, unable to imagine that one day she’d rely on a dog to help with child care!

Qiaoqiao brought Little Ten in front of He Tuo:

"Little Ten, this is your task partner. For the next few days, wherever he goes, you have to go, and don’t leave his side at all."

"And don’t let him do anything dangerous—anything Xiao Yang can’t do, he can’t do either."

"Woof woof!"

Little Ten obediently responded and looked at He Tuo, sniffed his scent, and then sat obediently beside him.

Qiaoqiao used her hands to indicate the size of the bowl that Song Tan showed him:

"If you do well, you’ll get to drink milk and eat meat every day—this much!"

A big bowl!!!

With Little Ten’s intelligence, he easily understood what it meant. At this moment, his eyes almost sparkled like "biu biu biu," and his big tail wagged so fast on the clean and shiny canteen floor that it was almost a blur.

His eyes were bright, ears perked up, earnestly took another look at He Tuo, and eagerly moved closer, with his big dog head almost sticking to the person’s leg.

He Tuo was bewildered, glanced at his mother, then at the dog.

Then he got excited:

"Is this dog going to follow me every day from now on? It’s wonderful!"

He had always wanted to raise a dog. At first, his family almost gave in, but soon He Tuo experienced firsthand, making them understand:

This family couldn’t handle another dog! He, He Luo himself, was like a collection of a hundred Beagles!

As a mother, she smiled helplessly, looking at the child’s delighted expression, uncertain when such days would end.

Little Ten at his feet eagerly sniffed He Tuo’s scent again, panting with his tongue out as if smiling.

The kid the owner was showing him, smelled so much like milk and meat! (●’◡’●)つ

...

After eating and drinking to satisfaction, some people chatted, some people worked.

With the high temperatures of July already here, after the sun rises, no other work could be done.

Song Tan looked at Yun Feng, who was the only one still free, and asked curiously, "You’re an editor, you must often have to urge authors to meet deadlines, right? Yet they all seem willing to come out and play with you, your bond seems really strong."

Yun Feng laughed.

"Urging for drafts is generally a duty editors fulfill with new authors."

"But actually, they are already mature writers, whether they write, how much they write, what results they bring, they all have an understanding."

"Those who can do, do; those who can’t must bear the results, there’s no need to urge."

He had mentioned before that he couldn’t complete tasks, but didn’t push it, just made a few complaints during conversations.

Moreover, online novels are quite different from the previously popular traditional print literature.

Writers of traditional literature aim to complete a manuscript, if not urged or prompted, many might procrastinate endlessly—an editor’s urging can be very useful at that time.

Online writers are different however.

Readers of long-form authors seek consistency, and daily updates are foundational, but producing millions of words in a year continuously can be very mentally exhausting.

Thus, once they develop their own style, editors usually do not urge them for word count anymore. Often advising more like [go with your ability] [no need for an outburst]...

Because for most authors, while it’s not impossible to write two to three thousand words daily, after a burst of work, they often feel listless in the following months.

Some who consistently write that much are a different breed, as every industry has people others can’t catch up to anyway.

After explaining all this, Song Tan suddenly understood, "No wonder Lun Chuan doesn’t seem to bother maintaining a stockpile of drafts..."

Like this time when friends came over, although he had time every day before, he didn’t write much more. Instead, he arranged time with friends to write in the morning.

Occasionally, he would prepare one or two days of updates in advance.

Thinking back to the erratic update schedule of Qin Yun, to mention a few, Song Tan reflected, "Seems like this is a common issue."

Yun Feng: ...

He cleared his throat, "No, it’s a poor habit."

"Many authors still maintain a stock of drafts."

"Some even finish the next day’s work in advance every day."

Song Tan: ...

"Lun Chuan isn’t like that," she said earnestly, "he is so disciplined; it’s not that he can’t write ahead, he just wants to sync emotionally with his readers. It’s so great."

This time it was Yun Feng’s turn to be stunned—he had always thought that Lun Chuan’s move from Imperial City to the countryside, even bringing his mom, was purely because of love.

But listening to her—who exactly is the love-struck one here?

While he was puzzled, Lun Jing was already laughing uncontrollably, "Tantan, you’re spoiling Xiaochuan too much! He’s not that impressive, if he doesn’t write, it’s because he got nothing... oh dear!"

She sighed, "Girls who are so considerate of others tend to suffer—come here, didn’t Xiaochuan pick out a jade necklace for you before? Just one! Let me pick out a new one for you!"

And Yun Feng’s wife happily joined in, "Our Lun Chuan is truly lucky, having such a thoughtful girlfriend."

"I’m not as lucky. My husband got a bonus and he didn’t buy me anything."

Yun Feng: ... the damn boomerang.