Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 220 - . The seventh pig_1

Chapter 220: 220. The seventh pig_1

Chapter 220: 220. The seventh pig_1

At this very moment.

The clear-headed Song Tan and the half-drunk family members all stood beside the pigpen, each person counting basic addition and subtraction within ten at least three times.

But still, there were only seven pigs.

Da Wang sat quietly in the bushes beside them, sleek and poised, his chest fur shining brightly, his eyes seemingly sparkling with light.

If he had been wearing a big red flower, he would have embodied the posture of all decorated dogs going up to receive awards.

But while they were heroes, he was a thief!

Seizing the opportunity while the half-drunk Mr. Zhang had not yet noticed Da Wang, Song Tan quietly walked over and hugged Da Wang’s neck:

“Baobao, tell me, are you okay with stealing like this every day? I mean, do the wild pigs not mind?”

“Woof!”

“What do you mean by that? Whether they mind or not, I can’t just take your word for it.”

“What if the wild pig brings its offspring over, and they end up digging up my forest and vegetable garden? Who would be responsible for that?”

“Woof!”

“Look at you, you can’t even take that responsibility, and you’re still relying on me for support. You’re nearly out of dog food, you know?”

“Woof!”

After an unfruitful communication, Song Tan thought for a while and then whispered, “You stole two, I’ll give you two big pieces of good meat for New Year’s. But there’s one thing, if their family’s pigs come looking, you have to figure out a way to keep them here.”

He added another word of caution, “It’s best to keep them alive. We’ll raise them a bit to get the taste right, otherwise that wild pork is so smelly and rank, I bet you wouldn’t want to eat it either.”

“Woof.”

Da Wang adjusted his front paws and puffed out his chest. Song Tan looked at him and felt that his earlier offer might have been too insubstantial, deciding to give Da Wang something more tangible.

“Look, you’re so handsome; next time I go to the city, I’ll buy you a red bib to wear!”

“Buy a red bib?”

Wu Lan and Wang Lifan came over, and at this moment, they were all smiles. Their rough and mismatched palms patted Da Wang’s head, looking at him as if he were no different from a cherished baby.

“I always said our Da Wang would be useful with all that food he eats! See, his guarding service hasn’t been witnessed yet, but now he’s brought us wealth. No wonder people say raising dogs brings prosperity, ‘Dogs bring wealth’ indeed.”

“Good Da Wang!”

Grandma Wang Lifen loved such an honest good dog, immediately promising, “I still have an old red jacket, which I can’t wear now because of my age. I’ll take it apart tonight and make a big bib for our Da Wang!”

“Our Da Wang is so dashing, grandma will even sew a lace border for you tonight!”

Da Wang’s eyes, half-closed, were already intoxicated by this unskilled but heartfelt flattery. Only Song Tan faintly remembered grandma’s big floral jacket and made one last effort for it—

“It’s not expensive; maybe I should just buy one…”

“Buy what?” Grandma flatly refused:

“Aren’t those bibs on TV just the same? When winter comes, I can even crochet one with wool.”

She petted Da Wang’s smooth fur again and promised, “I’ll make you a long leash, then we’ll tie a bow at the back of your neck!”

Da Wang’s stout tail started wagging uncontrollably.

“That won’t do!” Song Tan quickly objected: “He runs around in the mountains, a bow would get caught on something.”

But Da Wang was not happy with this, “Woof woof woof!”

He started to prance about.

The excitement made Grandma blossom with joy:

“See, I told you our Da Wang would like this style!”

Master Zhang, tipsy from drinking, finally climbed out of the pigpen again, looking delighted:

“This is a young sow!”

“Ah, we can get a young boar later for breeding, that would be great! Remember to call me for the pig slaughtering next year!”

Wu Lan still felt a bit of regret: “If we’d known, we wouldn’t have slaughtered that piglet this morning.”

“That won’t do!” Song Tan quickly consoled her:

“Mom, we still don’t know how long the policy on wild pigs will be relaxed, you can’t just let them keep multiplying endlessly!”

Master Zhang chimed in: “Exactly, wild boars are very aggressive, and if you don’t slaughter them, they will fight every day. Even if you keep it alone, this wire fence might not be strong enough to hold it back, and it could make your pigpen collapse.”

That did make sense; those wild boar tusks were not just for show.

After the shock had subsided, everyone returned to the dining table.

Master Zhang, having had a little alcohol, had not even tasted any of the dishes before he went for a stroll in the mountains; now he was famished, hastily grabbed some cilantro beef salad with his chopsticks.

“!!!”

He took another bite of it, slowly this time, while glancing at the braised beef and cilantro.

But… it was still delicious, right?

The unique aroma of the spices blended well with the taste of the braised beef… Master Zhang swore to himself: he would only eat one bowl today, but one bowl of rice and one bowl of beef, that seemed reasonable, right?

After all, everyone eats a bowl of white rice with side dishes at home, it doesn’t count if you mix them together.

However, Seventh Uncle had already picked up his glass and clinked it with his, then spun the lazy Susan, calling out, “Don’t just eat the cold dishes, have some hot ones! Try my braised dried bamboo shoots with smoked meat.”

The bamboo shoots were dug out from the bamboo grove afterward. Some were eaten fresh, while others were dried; and you have to say, with meat, the flavors from the ground… simply unbeatable!

Master Zhang watched his cilantro beef salad being taken away from him, but at his age, he couldn’t just lose all his dignity as a guest. So, he forced a smile, stretching his chopsticks into the pot of dried bamboo shoots.

“!!!”

This time, his eyes widened again.

That is to say, a bowl of rice with a bowl of dried bamboo shoots was also quite reasonable, right?

Seventh Uncle refilled his glass and proudly boasted, “Try this fried goji leaf with eggs, I’ve never used such high-quality goji leaves in all my life! They nourish the liver and brighten the eyes, eat more! Don’t be shy!”

It’s the life philosophy of those who pursue health to eat vegetables in moderation, so even as he watched the dried bamboo shoots slip away again, Master Zhang still maintained a calm demeanor:

“We really should eat more of it, as we get older we need to be restrained, eat less meat.”

The green goji leaves stir-fried with the golden eggs were collected from a nearby village. The resulting golden, shiny eggs were very tempting.

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At that moment, a faint fragrance wafted over, livening Master Zhang’s spirits as he swiftly filled his mouth—

“!!!!”

He slowly chewed the stir-fried eggs in his mouth, the fragrance of the goji shoots especially distinct.

Master Zhang looked at the array of dishes and then at the others enthusiastically devouring their food, finally realizing:

It wasn’t that any particular dish was incredibly delicious, but that every dish was!

He stood up and pushed his bowl forward:

“Girl, give me a hand, please serve me a bowl of rice.”

Starting with a bowl of rice topped with goji leaf and egg to whet the appetite was also quite reasonable, right?

Song Tan was seated by the door, helping everyone with their rice; at this moment, she deftly picked up the empty bowl and approached the stove. Without hesitation, the large ladle dived in and came back full, and she pressed down firmly, compacting the rice into the bowl.

Then, she brandished the scoop, topping it with another generous spoonful.