Song Tan's Notes

Useless adults really do sleep until the sun is high in the sky before waking up.

Qin Yun and He Kuang were extremely annoyed: not only did they not update last night, but the part they had vowed to write early in the morning was also wasted.

but……

The two men exchanged a glance and said sadly, "It's already come to this, it can't be our fault. It must be because there's no coffee shop in the village, and we're lacking something to perk us up."

Lu Chuan, who was passing by silently, said, "After dinner tonight, I'd like to invite you for tea? To Tan Tan's family."

The two: ...Then maybe it's not necessary.

With their sub-optimal health, drinking Old Song's tea at night would surely keep them up all night, but using such energetic minds for work would be a waste; perhaps they should venture into the canyon...

Wouldn't that mean losing half your life?

Everyone pretended not to hear, and hurriedly rushed to the kitchen, rubbing their stomachs: "Was it water chestnut fried rice this morning? Ugh, I spent so much time breaking them apart yesterday!"

But they got up so late that after wandering around the kitchen for a while, Chef Chai only brought out three large bowls. Inside were semi-dried fried rice, which was fried until it was golden brown and quite chewy.

It looks quite appetizing, but it's quite chewy. If you were to eat this bowl as a meal, you could eat it from 10 a.m. to 3 or 4 p.m.

He Tuoluo then mysteriously entered the kitchen: "Dad!"

He opened his pocket: "Grab a handful and stuff them in your pocket, that way you can eat them whenever you want!"

Besides, look at your son.

Well, after what happened with Xiao Shi, He Tuoluo has grown, but not completely.

For example, a pretty young girl wouldn't stuff this greasy stuff into her thin trouser pocket.

How deep can a child's pockets be?

The handful of rice he squeezed out was greasy between his fingers, and the rice he scattered on the ground along the way was enough to feed a flock of chickens.

"Thank you," the old father said modestly, "I still want to eat a proper meal. You go and have fun."

"okay!"

Adults are always so hypocritical.

Qin Yun scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth, chewing and chewing...

The more he chewed, the more content he became.

After the water chestnut stems were stir-fried until soft and chewy, they lost moisture due to repeated baking, resulting in a tender texture in the mouth. This made them much more flavorful than the raw, astringent taste they had the day before when they were stir-fried directly.

The pickled peppers, which are usually very spicy, are now just small pieces of skin inside. They are spicy but not overpowering, and the texture is quite unique.

He savored it carefully for a long time, and the rice grains became more and more fragrant with each chew, but he always felt that they were not chewed properly, which took quite a bit of effort.

If they keep eating like this, by the time they finish, it will be time for their afternoon nap.

He glanced at He Tuoluo outside, who kept pulling something out of his pocket, and hesitated.
"I need to maintain a presentable appearance... You think it's okay if I just put it in a plastic bag and stuff it in my pocket?"

It's oil-proof and prevents dirt from getting in, and you can even twist it to prevent leaks.

Yunfeng really can't stand the two of them anymore!
How could a child who is already so old do such an indecent thing?
Just as Qin Yun had torn open a plastic bag and was shaking it open, Chef Zhou outside asked enthusiastically, "Have you finished your fried rice? If you have, come out and have some peaches. They were freshly picked this morning, so sweet and crisp, they're delicious!" "They're also big, one is enough to fill you up!"

Following his hand, everyone saw that the last few eagle-beak peaches were carefully left in the basket, fuzzy, crisp, and their curved little hooks seemed to be hooked on people's hearts.

Everyone's mouths were watering again, but their stomachs wouldn't cooperate, so they could only watch helplessly.

Yunfeng pondered silently for a moment, then without hesitation snatched the plastic bag from Qin Yun's hand:
"Pour me a lot more, I'll save it to eat slowly."

Wait a minute, let's have some peaches for breakfast first!
Qin Yun: ...One bowl per person, what do you mean by poking my bowl with a spoon?
Just as things were getting lively, Chen Chi came into the kitchen carrying a bucket: "Master Zhou, Master Chai, the milk has been delivered."

"Alright!" Chef Zhou perked up. "I'm planning to make some butter and condensed milk—tonight I'll make some crispy little steamed buns with condensed milk, and ginger milk curd. Do you want some?"

Anything is acceptable, but we can no longer tolerate the proprietress using a subpar induction cooker to make ordinary milk tea!
What is condensed milk?

Chen Chi blinked blankly, watching as he emptied the bucket, then quickly took it from him, intending to return to the riverbank.

Just as he reached the door, Lu Chuan reached out and beckoned to him: "Chen Chi, it's hot now, so don't work. Take this peach back and eat it."

"Thank you, brother." Lu Chuan always managed to casually pull out something they particularly liked or that was especially good for them, and Chen Chi and Qiao Qiao were already used to it.

He looked at the fuzzy peach in his hand, actually wanting to take it back so his brother could try some too, but his brother had already told him: there are many employees on the ranch now, and although the peach was just for him, if only the two of them ate it, others would be unhappy and wouldn't work as hard next time...

He thought for a moment: his brother wouldn't let him share the things back, but told him to eat the peaches himself. He could then smash the peach kernels out and give them to his brother. That should be okay, right?
The peach kernels smell so good!

The diligent young man turned around, ready to go back to his work, while the adult men, who had finally managed to stuff three large bowls of fried rice into their pockets in the kitchen, emerged nonchalantly, each holding a plump peach in their hand.
"Chuan'er, didn't you say you'd take us peach picking? Why are you letting us eat them ready-made? That's so embarrassing."

Even so, he didn't seem genuinely embarrassed. Lu Chuan looked up at the window:

"The current temperature is 38°C. Let's go pick some peaches."

Qin Yun: ...I really have a sharp tongue!

He said seriously, "Our usual routine is stable, so staying up late like last night is bound to have some impact. But it definitely won't be like that tonight—remember to take us peach picking tomorrow morning, or even in the evening."

His wife even brought a linen country-style dress and a straw hat, ready to take some nice photos!

Lu Chuan shook his head: "It's too hot in the evening, you won't be able to stand it in the peach grove."

That's how it is with low-lying peach trees; it's easy to pick them, but the ventilation there isn't as good as with the tall trees in the apple orchard.

The land, baked hot by the sun all day, releases even more intense heat in the evening, and the piled-up branches and leaves look like a giant steamer.

Walking inside, you'll be drenched in sweat.

In this season, even seasoned farmers don't start working until after 5 p.m., let alone his group of useless friends...

Forget it, the physical condition of modern adults can't withstand the test.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuan could only cherish them even more:

"Uncle Song said he'd take you fishing this afternoon, in a small boat a bit further out. Do you want to go?"

The men's eyes lit up: "Go! I'll go prepare some bait right now—should we bait the area beforehand?" (End of Chapter)