Song Tan's Notes

Lu Chuan's romance came to an abrupt end before he even opened his mouth. Seeing Song Tan trying to hold back his laughter, he felt a little embarrassed.

In the end, it was Song Tan who rescued him: "I don't really like mugwort. I like the scent of the lemon blossoms on you last year."

Before Lu Chuan could react, he saw everyone busy in the yard looking over at him.

After a moment, even though he did nothing, he couldn't help blushing, and then explained: "That is also a custom-made pure floral fragrance - the top note is Milan, and it will turn into lemon flower after a period of time. But the floral fragrance is very restored..."

He didn't finish explaining because Zhang Yanping had already leaned over curiously:

“How long is a period of time?”

Lu Chuan realized it later and couldn't help but shut his mouth.

But he kept his mouth shut. In the yard, Wulan and Aunt Lianhua looked at each other with deep meaning in their eyes. Then he smiled and said:

"Alas, we old guys can't interfere in young people's love affairs. You can talk about any aroma. Xiao Lu, if you like lemons, you can plant them in the yard!"

There is no place for women to stay in college!

The green onions, garlic sprouts and coriander she had planted outside her door were so good, but because she kept inserting garlic and onions while eating them, they grew a little unevenly.

  But aren’t all vegetable gardens like that?

I ended up dating a guy named Lu, who loves flowers and plants, but he didn’t allow me to grow vegetables since winter…

Of course, now that all kinds of flowers have been planted for almost half a month, with Song Tan intentionally drawing more spiritual energy, new leaves and new flower buds can’t wait to appear.

In addition, this child has a better aesthetic sense than him. The flower beds are arranged in a sparse and dense manner. Villagers who pass by can't help but admire it. Wulan himself vibrato several times...

Well, it’s good for children to learn how to grow flowers.

There's nothing wrong with planting another lemon tree.

The redness on Lu Chuan's face had faded, and now his mood was restored: "I planted them. I specially picked two lemon trees. One is a large-fruited perfume lemon. The flower fragrance is particularly pleasant. The fruits are as big as fists and are golden yellow."

"There is also a small lemon, the fruit is as big as a small kumquat, it is delicious when you mash it up and make lemon tea in the summer."

He pointed outside the yard: "It's not planted in the flower bed, it's next to the cherry tree."

But at this moment, the lemon buds have not yet bloomed, but the cherry flowers are almost withering.

  As soon as he finished speaking, his seventh cousin came out with a basin of stuffing:

"The smell of white mugwort is strong. I'll use some pork fat residue vermicelli to make mugwort buns for lunch. Do you want to add chili?"

"No!" Song Tan shook his head: "If you want to eat spicy food, add the sauce yourself. We have plenty of sauce at home."

Green pepper beef sauce, watermelon sauce, soybean sauce, chili sauce, and even soy sauce beans are all fine.

The seventh cousin also planned this, and then asked: "How do you want to eat the mugwort sprouts? Make green balls or stick pancakes?"

This time everyone's reaction was the same -

"Stick the pancake!"

"Qingtuan must be made with glutinous rice flour, which is difficult to digest."

"What kind of filling is used in Qingtuan? I saw people online filling it with meat floss or something, but we don't like that here."

"How about making a mugwort rice cake? I think that's delicious. It's oily, fried to a crispy surface, and soft inside..."

"I feel that mugwort cakes are tastier than mugwort cakes..."

Everyone talked about their preferences, and the importance of the seventh cousin chef was reflected. At this moment, he looked happy: "Don't worry, everyone can eat it!"

Then he waved his hand and summoned again:

"Zhang Yanping, come down and give me a hand - mash these mugwort and wormwood sprouts."

Zhang Yanping pointed at himself, incredulous: "Me?"

He was still lying on the third-floor terrace, with so many people downstairs: "Why is it me?"

The seventh cousin hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know why, but I feel that you are very strong." But in fact, everyone in the family knew that Zhang Yanping could not do any physical work. He would grunt for a long time just to pull a millstone.

but--

Uncle Seven thought for a moment and said, "You can grind the millstone, so it should be no problem for you to grind the white wormwood, right?"

Although the efficiency of grinding is not high, it will be eaten in the evening anyway, so there is no rush to work for an afternoon.

"I can't do anything!" Zhang Yanping said angrily, "Seventh cousin, don't look down on me like this! I also have a salary!"

As he was talking, he saw Lu Chuan had rolled up his sleeves: "How to do it? Let me do it."

He volunteered and took a fancy to the stone mortar in the corner of the yard.

But the seventh cousin hesitated: "Why don't you just forget it? Your clothes are quite expensive, and the juice will splash on them later..."

He knew that Lu Chuan was a typical Princess and the Pea. Not only did he have to wear silky and soft clothes, but he also had to use the rough cloth on the hammer. If he held it hard for a while, his palms would be worn out.

Not mentioning the delicate princess's physique is already giving Song Tan's girlfriend some face.

Lu Chuan looked down at the T-shirt on his body and said, "It's okay, it's made of pure cotton." It just requires more processes, so the price is a bit higher and it's softer.

"Forget it." Wu Lan also advised: "Xiao Lu, I know you are hardworking, come and help pick the vegetables, this rough work is not suitable for you."

If they ask the child to crush all these baskets of grass leaves, they will have to eat with tears and blood.

Wu Lan made a prompt decision: "Let Tan Tan do it, she is more energetic."

"Working hard will get tiring, let me do it." Lu Chuan had already rolled up his sleeves, easily pushed the mortar aside, and turned on the faucet to rinse it.

At this moment, Zhang Yanping, who was lying on the third floor, received everyone's gaze: "..."

He shouted angrily, "Whether it's mugwort rice cake or mugwort bun, I want to eat ten of them!"

Then a dark and strong body rushed down, pushed Lu Chuan away with his backhand, and pressed the stone mortar with a pair of iron palms, trying to pour out the water inside.

"Hey!"

"..."

"emmm..."

No success.

The looks in everyone's eyes were indescribable.

He took a deep breath, and the solemnity was no more than that of the Overlord lifting the tripod, and then he exerted force again -

"How about I do it?"

Lu Chuan had walked to his side easily, then grabbed his wrist and pushed him to the side, then pressed his palm on the edge of the mortar and exerted a little force, and the mortar filled with water tipped over, and the water flowed out along the curve of the yard.

He grabbed the mortar and shook it. When the residual water at the bottom began to shake, he turned on the faucet again to flush it.

When I stood up and let go of my hands, my palms were already red.

Everyone:...

Well, I don't know which one to comment on - anyway, Zhang Yanping, you have been in the countryside for a whole year! You don't do any physical work, how can you be so strong but so weak?

It’s a good thing that Dr. Guo is not here, otherwise how could I treat him?

And Lu Chuan, this delicate...

Wulan sighed, thinking that fortunately the family had become wealthy and they no longer had to farm. (End of this chapter)