Song Tan's Notes

Master Zhou was so heartbroken he almost trembled.

What kind of child would you pay so much to look after for a day?

Even if we take a step back and assume he can lead the team, is that not possible?

But he had worked before and knew that the boss's things were handled by the boss, so he could only reluctantly glance once more at the boy who was still wailing—

snort!
If someone cries so much at such a young age, they'll never get to eat good food.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she saw a young lady among the guests holding a large bowl, gulping down the last two mouthfuls of soup, even sipping the cilantro at the bottom of the broth.

Then he sighed, his voice filled with immense satisfaction and lingering satisfaction:

"It's delicious!"

you do not say.

Master Zhou loved hearing this. He and his apprentice, after tasting the delicious soup in the kitchen, were beaming with delight. Now, they happily brought over the freshly baked pancakes.
"This pancake is delicious too. It's sweet even without being soaked in soup!"

Besides, his wife had already eaten a pancake and two bowls of soup. At this moment, she patted her stomach and looked at the steaming, fragrant pancake with a crispy crust and a chewy interior, carrying a unique dry aroma.

She gritted her teeth, the pain in her eyes was visible, but in the end she still reached out and pinched a piece:
"Everyone, please eat first. I'm taking the spinning top up the mountain for breakfast now."

Although I ate a bit too much and am a little too full, I think it's worth it to go for a walk up the mountain to burn off some calories.
He Tuoluo followed her out the door, sobbing, and said knowingly, "Mom, I won't climb trees next time..."

"Mom, I won't hide like that again next time."

"Mom, I promise I won't make you worry again..."

"Can I have a bite of that pancake?"

"Sweetie, you said the same thing last time. Mom can't control you, so I can only enjoy life to the fullest for now."

The self-abandonment in his tone was also very obvious.

Looking at the He family, everyone's face showed a shared sense of dejection.

Everyone:...

Song Tan silently took a sip of soup: "It's good that he... knows his mistakes and can correct them."

Moreover, her eyes reddened, and she almost cried out of grievance: "If he knew his mistakes and could correct them, why would our family have to suffer like this?"

Lu Chuan pondered for a moment: "Then you need to think about it carefully and prove that the child doesn't think this is wrong at all, nor can he understand your concerns."

Moreover, he sighed deeply.

Everyone understands the logic, and they have consulted many psychology and parenting experts, and even had their bodies checked repeatedly.

But that's just how kids are; there's nothing you can do about it.

All I can say is, it's fate!

The whole family dreaded the thought, but after exchanging glances, they couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

Well, this trouble isn't really ours, so it's kind of interesting, isn't it?

Qiaoqiao wiped her mouth and said, "Sister, I'm going to wait for Xiao Shi on the mountain!"

Song Tan nodded: "Go ahead, tell Xiao Shi that he'll get extra food if he does a good job."

After Qiaoqiao left, everyone became curious again: "Was that dog on the mountain before? Why didn't we see it?"

Qin Yun was also puzzled: "I remember they were all on the riverbank?"

Lu Chuan explained, "They're usually on the riverbank, but if we need them on the mountain, we just tell them, and they'll go to the factory and wait for arrangements."

He just messaged Chen Xi. Knowing Xiao Shi's carefree personality, he's probably already waiting on the mountain.

Indeed, when Qiaoqiao went up the mountain, he was greeted by Xiao Shi, who was wagging his big tail and jumping around in front of him with his shiny fur.

It's more promising to tend the vegetable garden than to guard the riverbank!

During this period, the little master picked vegetables every day, and they were able to get some every day.

The only pity is that although Xiao Shi is clever, its owner doesn't listen to its cleverness when assigning tasks.

If other dogs can eat one, it can only eat one too, which is a huge loss.

He Tuoluo was genuinely hungry.

All the way, he watched his mother eat the crispy pancakes. Because she had eaten a lot before, she held the pancakes in her hands and ate them slowly in small bites. The more she ate, the more He Tuoluo drooled.

When he got to the top of the mountain, he was so hungry that he forgot to pick and choose whether the food was good or not, and started eating the food in the canteen in large mouthfuls.

Master Jiang was supposed to have lunch at Old Song's house, so he was a little surprised to see him eating alone in the cafeteria.
"What's wrong? Didn't you eat enough this morning?"

Moreover, looking at the equally delicious and visually appealing dishes, his wife clearly regretted her decision.
“He’s full, but this child is being disobedient, so I’ll punish him.”

"But, but the food in our canteen on the mountain looks delicious and looks beautiful..."

While it may not be as good as the mutton soup in the morning, it is certainly far superior to the average quality.

Then look at my son's satisfied face. Kids forget things easily. If they can't have the food, they can't have it. How can this be educational?

Although based on past experience, this kind of educational approach may not actually educate the children, it's good enough if it allows the family to vent their anger!

In short, it seems better to just go hungry now.

Just as she was feeling down, Qiaoqiao brought over a black and white Border Collie. Her spirits lifted instantly; she couldn't believe she was now relying on a dog for childcare!

Qiaoqiao then brought Xiao Shi to He Tuoluo:
"Xiao Shi, this is your task target. For the next few days, wherever he goes, you must go too. You cannot leave him for even a moment."

"And he is not allowed to do anything dangerous—what the lamb cannot do, he cannot do either."

"Woof!"

Xiao Shi obediently responded, then looked at He Tuoluo, leaned closer to smell it, and sat down obediently next to him.

Qiaoqiao then gestured with her hand to indicate the size of the basin Song Tan had shown her:

"If you do a good job, you can have milk and meat every day—that's plenty!"

A huge basin of it!!!

With Xiao Shi's intelligence, he could easily understand what it meant. At this moment, his eyes were practically glowing, and his big tail was swishing so hard on the clean, shiny cafeteria floor that it was almost a blur.

Its eyes were bright, its ears were perked up, and it looked at He Tuoluo carefully again. At this moment, it did not hesitate to move forward again, and the big dog's head was almost touching He Tuoluo's leg.

He Tuoluo looked blankly at his mother, then at the dog.

Then he became happy:
"Will this dog follow me around every day from now on? How lucky!"

He had always wanted to have a dog, and his family was almost willing at first, but He Tuoluo quickly proved them wrong by showing them:

This house no longer has the capacity to accommodate another dog! He, Horlo, is a collection of a hundred beagles!
The mother smiled helplessly, looking at her child's joyful expression, wondering when this kind of life would end.

Little Shi, standing at his feet, eagerly sniffed the smell of He Tuoluo, sticking out his tongue as if laughing.

The little kid its owner showed it smells so good, like milk and meat! (●''●)つ

……

After eating and drinking their fill, some chatted while others worked.

The high temperatures of July have arrived, and once the sun rises, it's impossible to do any other work.

Song Tan glanced at Yun Feng, the only one still free, and asked curiously, "You're an editor, you must often be chasing after manuscripts, right? That's why they're all willing to go out with you. It seems like you have a very deep relationship."

Yunfeng laughed.

"As for chasing up manuscripts, that's usually a responsibility that editors have to fulfill when dealing with new authors."

"But in reality, they are all mature writers. They all know whether they will write, how much they will write, and what the results will be."

"Do what you can, and accept the consequences of what you can't. There's no need to rush us."

Besides, he didn't urge me to finish the task before; he just complained a bit during our chat.

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

Traditional literary writers value completing a book in one go. Without constraints and encouragement, many writers may procrastinate. In such cases, editors' prompting is very useful.

Online writers are different.

For long-form authors, readers are drawn to engagement. Daily updates are the foundation, but consistently updating with millions of words a year is extremely taxing on willpower and mental energy.

Therefore, once a writing style is established, editors will no longer urge you to meet the word count. They'll often advise you to "write within your limits" and "avoid exploding"...

For most authors, it's not impossible for them to produce 20,000 to 30,000 words in a day, but after finishing that day, they are likely to be listless for the next few months.

Others who can write this much every day are another matter entirely; after all, every industry has some people that others can't catch up with.

After he finished speaking, Song Tan suddenly realized, "No wonder Lu Chuan doesn't seem to have the habit of saving drafts..."

Like this time when my friend came over, even though he had time every day before, he didn't write much more. But since my friend came, we arranged to write together in the morning.

Only very occasionally will he prepare an update a day or two in advance.

Thinking back to Qin Yunhe's inconsistent update schedule, Song Tan mused, "It seems this is a common problem."

Yunfeng:......

He cleared his throat: "No, it's a problem."

"Many writers still have manuscripts in reserve."

"Some people will write the next day's report every day."

Song Tan: ...

“Lu Chuan isn’t that kind of person.” She said seriously, “He’s so self-disciplined. It’s not that he can’t not write the next day, it’s definitely to keep up with the readers’ emotions. He’s so great.”

Now it was Yunfeng's turn to be stumped—he had always thought that Lu Chuan's move from the capital to this rural area, and the fact that he even brought his mother with him, was purely due to being in love.

But listen to this—who's really the one with a love-struck mind?
Just as I was wondering, I saw Lu Jing grinning from ear to ear: "Tan Tan, you spoil Xiao Chuan too much! He's not that outstanding, he just can't write if he doesn't want to... Oh dear!"

She sighed, "Girls who are so considerate of others will suffer losses—come here, didn't Xiaochuan pick out a jade necklace for you before? Just one! I'll pick out a new one for you!"

Yunfeng's wife also sat down happily: "Our Lu Chuan is so lucky to have such a considerate girlfriend."

“I’m different. My husband got a bonus, but he hasn’t bought me anything yet.”

Yunfeng: ...That damn boomerang! (End of Chapter)