Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 136 - : 136. Let’s Fold Paper Boxes Together_1

Chapter 136: 136. Let’s Fold Paper Boxes Together_1

Auntie was momentarily unrivaled in the limelight, feeling somewhat carried away.

Thankfully, the shockingly low prices of the vegetables maintained everyone’s interest, so much so that the menu conversation was interrupted by an unwilling participant who interjected,

“Is it really that tasty?”

Indeed it was!

Everyone present was nodding in agreement.

Many aunties of the same age boasted, “Believe me, I’ve been in this marketplace for decades. I know whether the veggies are good or not, clear as day in my heart!”

“This stall may look expensive, but once you’ve tried it, you won’t be able to stay away.”

There were too many people talking, and Auntie felt like she had wandered into a direct sales event, unable to move even an inch.

Finally, when she had managed to resign the fate of the bamboo shoots, she pulled out her phone, prepared to splurge a bit!

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But when she turned around, she saw that the girl’s basket had only a few plump pieces of winter bamboo shoots left!

“Want some?”

Song Tan looked at her with a smile, “The last five pounds, no breaking up the batch.”

Auntie hesitated again.

Just then, an auntie with red-dyed hair came jogging over from the front.

She waved from afar, calling out,

“Sweety! Got any left? Save some for auntie, I’m here!”

Before Song Tan had a chance to respond, Qiaoqiao had already stood up energetically and cheerfully acknowledged, “Right away!”

Auntie: …

Song Tan could only offer an apologetic smile, “Sorry, all sold out.”

The red-haired auntie finally caught her breath as she arrived, dressed in a slippery silk red gradient suit. She complained while scanning a code with her phone,

“Oh dear, if it weren’t for the dance group’s sound system suddenly breaking down, and me having to find the owner for repairs, I wouldn’t have been so late… It’s all thanks to my dear Huahua for keeping some aside for me, knowing I hadn’t arrived yet!”

Qiaoqiao was very fond of this red-haired auntie. Right now, no matter what she was saying, Qiaoqiao simply nodded in agreement to everything.

Song Tan didn’t burst her bubble and handed over the bamboo shoots, then started to pack up her basket.

— The household was busy, and this morning, it was essential to bring the chef home.

Unnoticed, Auntie stared at her empty vegetable basket, while the vegetable vendor, holding back and finally giving in, picked up a bunch of bok choy, “Are you still buying this then?”

“Yes!”

Auntie gritted her teeth, “Didn’t I say I’ll come again tomorrow? I’ll come again tomorrow!”

After paying, she walked away in her little leather shoes, huffing and puffing.

…

Meanwhile, Song Tan had taken Qiaoqiao with her, and they were now driving to Aunt Song Hongmei’s house.

Aunt Song Hongmei was setting up her stand in an alley not far from the community, currently scraping the sides of a bucket clean of white batter, and then smoothing it onto a flat round pan. With a quick spin of a bamboo dragonfly, a round egg pancake began to take shape.

A regular customer, passing by, wondered, “Why does it look like you’re packing up today?”

There were no more side dishes left on the table.

Looking at the time, it was only ten o’clock.

Normally, Song Hongmei wouldn’t start packing up until half-past ten. Today, for the sake of her nephew and niece, she was really going all out!

Granted, she wouldn’t sell many pancakes in the midday anyway, but every penny counts!

She lamented her sacrifice for a moment, then swiftly cut the last egg pancake, placed it into a disposable paper box, and handed it over:

“Yes, something came up this morning. I’m closing early.”

Just as she finished speaking, she saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance of the alley.

Song Hongmei immediately burst into laughter and exclaimed,

“The timing is just perfect!”

So, she quickly placed the bucket and other items back on her cart, then began to push the cart intending to head back.

Song Tan had already briskly walked over, sized her up with a glance, and then without any hesitation said, “Aunt, let me do it, I’ll push.”

After lifting the handle of the cart, she easily pushed it a long distance away. Aunt was stunned for a moment before swelling with pride and said,

“I’ve always said, you have such great strength. Even if Qiaoqiao doesn’t learn it, if you follow Seventh Uncle to learn how to flip the wok, you will definitely have a talent for it!”

Forget about it.

Song Tan still knew herself well.

All she wanted was to eat what was readily available.

…

The housing complex where Song Hongmei lived had seen many years, and everyone was proud to own a bicycle at the time it was built. Therefore, there was a row of dedicated small compartments for parking bicycles in the yard.

At this point, Song Tan had pushed the cart in, and Aunt untied her apron, saying,

“Let’s go! I’ll take you to Seventh Uncle—no need to bring anything, I already split a bunch of locust flowers with him last night.”

Seeing that Qiaoqiao still held a tote bag in her hands, she nodded with satisfaction, “Yes, I meant I don’t need to bring anything. You can bring something, no matter what it is, it’s polite, and Seventh Uncle will definitely be happy.”

Then she became proud again, “True to my great-niece, how clever you are.”

Song Tan thought, this was why Aunt, despite being stingy, was still liked by more people—it’s because no one could maintain absolute rationality under such flattery, right?

The complex where Seventh Uncle lived was just across the street from Aunt’s old one. They crossed the street and entered through the side gate, and soon they reached Seventh Uncle’s place.

At that moment, the little old man was pacing around the room with his hands behind his back, occasionally sticking his head out to glance downstairs.

Seventh Grandma was leisurely folding cardboard boxes, teasing him, “If you’re anxious, just call Hongmei and ask what time they’re coming over. Stop peering out… At your age, be dignified.”

No sooner had her words fallen than the door was knocked.

An exuberant joy spread across Seventh Uncle’s face, not even bothering to explain to Seventh Grandma that he wasn’t anxious.

His hand was about to touch the doorknob, but as he was about to make contact, he suddenly tensed up.

He turned in place with his hands behind his back, seeming to be putting on an air of importance, and only then did he hesitantly turn the knob.

Outside the door, Song Hongmei stood with two young people—a girl of striking beauty!

Upon seeing the slender, tall boy following behind with sincere eyes, he too broke into a smile when their gazes met—

My, what a sweet and polite little look!

Whether Seventh Uncle liked what he saw, nobody knew.

But Seventh Grandma was already eagerly inviting them in, offering candies and pastries, pushing aside the half-finished boxes she was folding.

“Seventh Uncle, Seventh Grandma, we’re sorry to come by so suddenly. We weren’t sure what you’d like, so we just brought some home-roasted tea leaves and honey.”

Song Tan explained as she took the tote bag from Qiaoqiao and placed it on the table.

At that time, with such beautiful and polite children, who would care about tea leaves and honey?!

Seventh Grandma was already hurrying to seat them, while Qiaoqiao pointed to the half-folded cardboard boxes in front of her and asked,

“What are these?”

Seventh Grandma cheerfully responded,

“There’s too much advertising paper given out on the streets. I have nothing better to do, so I fold them into small boxes. They’re convenient for holding bones, fish bones, and melon seeds when eating.”

“Oh.”

Qiaoqiao, half-understanding, then took out a colorful promotional paper to examine—there were too many words, not all of which he could read yet. His gaze lingered on the images for only a moment before he earnestly began to fold it in the same way as Seventh Grandma.