Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 157 - . The Kings Carbs_1

Chapter 157: 157. The King’s Carbs_1

Chapter 157: 157. The King’s Carbs_1

Song Tan knew that no matter what she said now, the other party wouldn’t believe her, so she quickly called to Dawang:

“Come, say hello to your previous owner.”

Let him see how sleek and shiny you look now, and decide for himself which side is living the better life.

Dawang instantly perked up!

The dog, holding its body proudly, circled around twice, seemingly trying to show off. Then, with a leap, it charged into the pigpen, herding the five little pigs, which had been scattering all over the place, back into their den.

Wang Zhen on the other end of the video: …

Now, he really started crying.

“What do you mean by this? Did you lure my Dawang away to make it sleep in a pigpen?”

Song Tan had no excuse!

What a Dawang, such a cunning dog!

She said to Dawang, “Come on, let’s go home.”

Hearing that he could go home to play, Dawang moved with exceptional speed.

Ever since it had been given the task of watching the mountain, although the mountain was vast, being a dog, it was always curious about the outside world. At the moment when it heard the command, it swiftly leaped out of the pigpen and headed down the mountain without looking back.

Song Tan, holding her phone, said to Wang Zhen, who was sniffling with red eyes:

“Stop crying and take a look at Dawang’s condition now. Could you have managed to get his coat looking like that?”

Wang Zhen sniffled, “There’s a beauty filter on the phone now, what can I actually make out?”

Song Tan was speechless. She followed down the mountain and then went home to find the scale they had used to weigh wild vegetables and bamboo shoots:

“Dawang, stand on it.”

The green display of the electronic scale flashed the figure 99.

The maximum weight for an adult Kangal dog could even exceed 110 kilograms, and for Dawang, being an average Kangal (after all, Wang Zhen couldn’t afford the top-tier ones), this was already quite impressive.

Song Tan, looking at the current weight, brought the camera close for Wang Zhen to see:

“Could you have raised it to this weight?”

When Dawang was brought over, he was so pitiful, constantly underfed, and had started to look skinny and bony.

In the time since, he had grown so plump and healthy, Qiaoqiao and the others must have been giving him more special treats than she had imagined.

Wang Zhen’s tears gradually stopped.

He stared intently at the screen, then at Dawang who had just stepped off the scale looking spirited and glossy, and finally said unwillingly, “It’s all leftover food with high carbs, how could it not get fat?”

Ah, you’re talking about carbs here?

Song Tan understood.

The man was simply nitpicking.

Wasn’t it just that he missed Dawang and seeing him living a better life now made him feel awkward and upset?

She sighed, “Why don’t you just go do some overtime?” Earning some more money seemed more reliable.

Then she patted Dawang on the head:

“If you’re really that bored, you could also discuss taking turns with Dabao and the others.”

Taking turns watching the mountain and working the fields, that’s nice too, right?

In the yard, Seventh Grandma, shocked by Dawang’s size, finally exclaimed, “How did the dog get so big?”

Seventh Uncle, however, was invigorated, “Great dog! Great dog! Such big dog legs…”

Dawang stepped back, eyes fiercely glaring at him, and then softly “woofed.”

Seventh Uncle also hummed and quietly stepped back a step, “Not eating it, not eating it, who’s desperate for your meat when there are grains, it was just the famine back then…”

Then, under Seventh Grandma’s glare, his voice got quieter and quieter, and he reluctantly returned to sharpening the kitchen knife.

…

Song Tan had already arrived at the edge of the rice paddies by now.

The rice paddies were at the very bottom of her family’s field, sloping very gently downward in a terraced fashion starting from the bamboo grove.

Beyond these two patches of rice paddies, there spread a wild area overgrown with weeds, distinctly different from the tidy and vibrant green space here.

She covetously eyed the large expanse before her, grateful that she hadn’t foolishly declared she would take it on (Old Song would break her legs! They really couldn’t handle any more work at home.)

After that, she shifted her gaze back and observed Old Li slowly walking in the field, his pants rolled up and leading an old yellow buffalo:

“Grandpa Li, it’s about to rain soon, there’s no rush to plow the fields today.”

Old Li felt a bit guilty.

“I’ve got nothing else to do… Actually, whether I plow or not is fine, the machinery you hired to till the ground before did it so thoroughly that you could just go ahead and plant the seedlings. I’m just taking a stroll.”

After all, it was just a few more steps to go.

Because it was recently plowed, the field was muddy and the water murky, but one could still vaguely see the soft, wet, slippery mud inside, perfect for planting seedlings.

Thinking of the robust and verdant seedlings back in the nursery, the old man and the young woman exchanged glances, both filled with anticipation.

“Oh, that’s right,” Old Li then remembered something, “Over in that corner, next to the water inlet, I placed a net. I forgot to collect it yesterday—Tantan, see if there are any fish? If so, take some back for cooking.”

Whether there were fish or not, Song Tan couldn’t take them.

“Grandpa Li, the fish you catch should be for you to eat, the fry in my fish pond haven’t been raised yet.”

In the fish pond, the fry were being raised for selling, which is why the villagers wouldn’t touch them.

But the fish here grew before that, lacking in Spiritual Energy, and with the household’s diet being entirely the responsibility of the master chef, they weren’t concerned about it in the slightest, and Song Tan wasn’t particularly interested.

Old Li, however, was overjoyed.

The fish that made it down from the water inlet were not big, but these small fish, once cleaned and salted, then slowly dried over a low flame, could easily be preserved for a long time when wrapped tightly in a bag.

They would be crispy and delicious to eat, the fish heads, bones, and tails all flavorful enough to be enjoyed with alcohol—perfect for accompanying a drink!

Old Li was extremely happy, “Then I’ll take them.”

Having finished speaking, he also praised the dogs by the bamboo grove, Dabao and Erbao:

“These two are good dogs, Tantan, make sure you treat them well, give them plenty to eat.”

“They run around the vegetable garden and the bamboo grove every day without causing a single problem, Dabao and Erbao are well-behaved! Just look, some magpies flew over wanting to dig up the soil, and they chased them away.”

They can chase birds away?

Song Tan really hadn’t expected that and was pleasantly surprised:

“Alright, Grandpa Li, don’t worry, just look at their house to see they won’t be treated poorly.”

That was true.

The red brick and cement house was clean, with dry straw inside and a couple of huge multicolored rope knots serving as chew toys above.

In front of the doghouse, there were flimsy but shabby stainless steel dog bowls, filled with both water and food, so they definitely weren’t being neglected.

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Actually, Brother Sun, who ran the dog farm, really hadn’t mistreated them, even fitting them with high-positioned water bowls.

Da Wang even had his own luxurious harness and fancy feeding plate, but… that was about it.

Wang Zhen had prepared a shallow, wide feeding plate for Da Wang for appearances and to maintain face.

If you saw how roughly the dogs were fed at home, the food plopping loudly into the big ladle, you’d see there was more falling out than staying in.

Under Wu Lan’s scrutiny, all the fancy equipment was replaced with thin-skinned stainless steel bowls that could be bought in stacks for ten yuan.

How thin were they? Any girl with a bit of strength could tear the metal bowl in half.

A perfect fit for the several treasures.