Song Tan's Notes

The energetic male students went back and bragged about it endlessly, describing the fried rice as something heavenly and unparalleled.

The students scoffed at this!

Everyone eats a full meal before class, so who would be craving fried rice?

With their good appetites, lack of pickiness, and perpetual hunger, any stall outside the canteen would be enough to make them kneel down and sing "Conquer."

but……

Suck!

They're still describing it now—the sour, spicy, and crunchy water chestnut stems, the large, golden, fragrant eggs, the indescribable rice that's practically legendary, paired with the grilled skewers that are barely visible in the barbecue—but which they didn't get to taste…

Is it really that delicious?

People's resolve to follow the Dao began to waver.

Then the conversation shifted to the "perfect couple," with comments like how she's prettier than so-and-so in the entertainment industry, and her boyfriend is better looking than so-and-so...

That's fake.

Too much too!

The students, who had been wavering, now realized that what they were talking about was probably just a fantasy born from extreme poverty and hunger among contemporary college students.

The male students were heartbroken by this!

The feeling of tasting an absolutely divine treat but having no one to envy you is truly unbearable! But after saying a few more words, I realized even my girlfriend didn't believe me anymore...

Is this okay? !
The man adjusted his strategy, no longer praising the food, but instead changing his girlfriend's focus to beautiful women.

"Let me tell you, the beautiful boss's boyfriend is incredibly handsome! Absolutely! You have to believe me! Even I, a guy, have to admit it!"

His girlfriend scoffed, "Straight men only think they're the best in the world. How could they easily admit someone else's flaws? Last month, the guy on the other end of the basketball game was clearly handsome, but you insisted he was pretentious and slick. Could it be..."

She looked at her boyfriend suspiciously, her expression gradually becoming strange.

University students: ...

Since things had come to this point, the students wouldn't believe it unless they saw it with their own eyes, so even though they had only been separated for a short time, they were already asking questions!

It's okay if you refuse, just ask again next time!

They asked each of the five of them one by one!

Fortunately, Song Tan agreed.

"Nothing much was planned for the weekend, right?"

With so many tourists, it would be such a waste not to let the kids expend their energy in such a large sports field!

The only downside is that it's too hot, so we can only do it in the morning or evening.

Ulan did the math: "So, including food and lodging, for seven people, that's two thousand yuan to hire someone to play with Qiaoqiao for two days, right?"

“That’s right,” Song Tan had already learned a lot about spending money from Lu Chuan: “No need for 2000 yuan, we can cover our own food costs. Yan Ping’s guesthouse gave me a discount, five men and two women… 1,500 yuan! 1,500 yuan!”

"Mom, isn't it a good deal to spend 1,500 yuan to hire someone to teach Qiaoqiao to play table tennis, badminton, basketball, or something similar? Proper technique can help her protect herself. Mom, when you calculate it this way, isn't it?"

Ulan: ...

I have to say, when you do the math, it really is a much better deal...

No! It's not a good deal at all! In the end, it's still just paying someone to keep Qiaoqiao company!

But after thinking about it again, Ulan didn't say anything.

Now that the family's financial situation has improved, and Qiaoqiao has also contributed a lot, it's time to spend the money!
She only instructed, "Once in a while is fine, but you can't keep asking me like this."

Song Tan nodded: "Don't worry, it will only happen once a month at most—we won't include accommodation after that."

It's really inconvenient to make people work under the stars and moon without providing accommodation in this heat.

With these plans and arrangements in place, Song Sancheng finally got to the afternoon. After a nap, everyone ate and drank their fill.

He couldn't wait any longer and rode his bike under the scorching sun to the guesthouse in Luchuan: "Want to go fishing? Let's go dig for earthworms now!"

As a farmer, Song Sancheng had a very simple belief: everything had to be fresh to be good.

For example, earthworms are best when they are freshly dug up before use.

I don't want the fat, bluish-black ones; I don't like any of those fish. I only want the small, thin, and red ones...

Of course, nowadays people don't dig for earthworms in front of or behind their own houses anymore; instead, they go to the riverbank pastures and pigpens.

Although the pigs are free-range and don't often poop in the pen, their snouts plow from east to west, making the soil loose and fertile—a perfect spot for earthworms!

For city dwellers, the last time they dug for earthworms to fish was a long time ago! Now they buy bait!

So they were in high spirits, carrying their brand-new gear on their backs, slings, and in their arms, covering themselves completely. Just before leaving, seeing the bright sun, they pulled Song Sancheng into the car as well.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Song Sancheng quickly stuffed his equipment into the trunk, still hesitating, "Can a cat fit in this car?"

Their orange cat and its offspring, who can no longer reproduce, love to wait for him to feed them!
As soon as he said that, everyone immediately became enthusiastic: "Oh dear, with so many of us, we're going to overeat them this afternoon!"

"We can go up..." Qin Yun looked left and right, "Where's the cat?"

Song Sancheng blushed.

Fortunately, he was tanned quite a bit, so it wasn't obvious—the cat, after following along a few times, realized that going all that way from home to the riverbank only resulted in him not getting anything, so he preferred to follow Qiaoqiao to set up the trap.

But you can't lose face in front of guests.

Song Sancheng said with a calm expression, "They might be a little shy. You guys go first, I'll pick them up on my bike later."

"it is good!"

Everyone was full of anticipation, excitedly saying, "When the time comes, any fish the size of a palm that we catch will all go to them..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this cat follows the fishing every day, I wonder how happy it is!"

"Yes, such beautiful fish... I'll see which one is the prettiest and then I'll be in charge of feeding it."

"Don't you dislike cats?"

"It's not like I own it, and I don't have to take care of it. What's there to like or dislike... I'm just worried that if I catch too much, it won't be able to eat it all, so I'm letting the cat share the load..."

The car slowly started and quickly headed towards the riverbank. Song Sancheng rode his electric scooter home, but couldn't find the cat in the yard. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Big Orange!"

"Big orange! Second orange! Third orange! Fourth orange! Fifth orange! Sixth orange!"

The family of six had disappeared. Ulan heard this and couldn't help but say, "It's been starving for three days and hasn't eaten nine meals since following you. Now it doesn't want to follow you anymore. Stop calling it."

After such a long journey and a boat trip, they didn't even manage to get a single shrimp, making it seem like the cat boss had no taste.

After thinking for a moment, she added, "Call me Mimi."

"Recently I saw Big Orange fighting with a tabby cat. I don't know if it won or not, but that tabby cat dared to come into the yard to steal its food."

"Poor thing, it probably hasn't eaten anything good. If you take it with you and it doesn't catch anything, they won't blame you."

Even if you didn't achieve great things, you still put in a lot of effort.

Song Sancheng: ...A humiliating disgrace! A humiliating disgrace indeed!

He vowed to avenge himself today, and shouted even louder:

"Mimi—" (End of Chapter)