The two staff members were incredibly moved!
Don’t be fooled by those two little packs of tea leaves; calculating at fifty thousand per pound, these two packs would probably cost a few hundred each!
As for not having revealed the address or anything... My goodness! They originally intended to keep the good stuff hidden, but now that Lao Song’s family pulled such a move, they will have to bury this secret in their hearts for a lifetime!
The two kept nodding repeatedly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
But Wu Lan had already cheerfully bid the two goodbye, as these tea leaves were sold daily at Taotao Treasure’s store and the live streaming platform, with ten packs each, and the same IP address could only snag one deal per month. She just casually took them without calculating the money in detail.
After all, things are different now; wearing a coat costing thousands during New Year, eating and drinking a bit daily, what’s the point of fussing over money? In this life, one should work hard when needed and enjoy as well. Check latest chapters at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽
Of course, she couldn’t summarize such a free-spirited mentality, she just did it subconsciously, understood only after doing it, seeing Lun Chuan standing under the corridor looking at her, and then smiled:
"Auntie, the tea leaves you just gave were spot on! In this regard, Uncle can’t match you."
Wu Lan instantly felt proud: "Exactly! Tantan’s Dad is just dumb generous, giving stuff requires finesse, he can’t do it!"
After speaking, she confidently walked into the house.
Just as she entered, Lun Chuan turned around and saw Song Sancheng coming back with a roll of yellow paper at the front gate, and couldn’t help but be surprised:
"Uncle, this..." Halfway through speaking, he realized: "It’s for Qingming, right?"
Song Sancheng smiled cheerfully: "Yes, here we always burn paper before Qingming, and it’s coming up in two days. Your aunt said she’s coming back tomorrow, so we’ll all burn some for Tantan’s great-grandfather and the others together."
He now never mentions the matter of Song Dafang, whether he comes back or not, they won’t be feeding his family anyway.
It’s Song Hongmei who is supposed to return, the son is grown up, it’s time to consider matchmaking, she thinks that girl from the unit is quite suitable, coming back to burn some paper for the ancestors, as long as things don’t get too complicated.
Mainly a matter of worshipping by chance.
It’s just Song Sancheng thought about it and added: "There are generations apart, you young people don’t have to go if you don’t want to, mainly us with her aunt and his grandfather together."
He said this not out of formality, but because it is the local custom, and when it comes to the great-grandfather’s generation, Song Tan and Qiaoqiao don’t need to go.
Lun Chuan naturally knew this rule, given Lun Jing’s hometown is in Ning City, and Yun City is in the same province. At this moment, he smiled: "Then I’ll listen to Tantan."
Such an obedient son-in-law, Song Sancheng was only delighted: "I heard in other places, they make green dumplings for Qingming. We don’t have this custom here, if you want to eat, ask Seventh Uncle to make it for you!"
Last time, they ate green dumplings, but Ai Ye cookies and artemisia buns made everyone very happy. Lun Chuan thought for a moment: "Tomorrow I’ll make some milkshakes with milk, using Mugwort Juice for the dough rolled thinly, wrapped up to make them look like eclairs, for everyone to taste."
This was another foreign delicacy Song Sancheng hadn’t tried, and he nodded happily: "Sure!"
However, during dinner, when Lun Jing heard about this, she quickly reminded her son: "Don’t make the eclairs too sweet, I need to control my weight."
There was farming work now, and she couldn’t organize the dance team in the evening, it had been a long time without exercise, she couldn’t relax!
But Wu Lan was a bit hesitant: "Do you want to take some time to go back to your hometown and take a look? I can help take care of the homestay."
Lun Jing immediately shook her head: "No, no, there’s no one in my hometown."
No way there’s no one? Her parents left early, even when they were around, she never lived a good life, with two elder sisters above and a younger brother below — what do they say online now?
Oh, one family dedicated to glorifying a single ancestor.
Anyway, it was the typical extremely patriarchal relationship, both sisters married off voluntarily to exchange dowries for their brother, when it came to her, she had to exchange for more money to build a house for the glorifying ancestor...
In short, although Lun Jing seemed lively, she wouldn’t be vague where it shouldn’t be, if talking about childhood warmth or anything like that...
She doesn’t care at all!
So she’s just not going back.
Now she was only pondering: "I wonder if eclairs filled with green dumplings would taste good. If they’re good, I can learn to make them and put them in the homestay later."
Lun Chuan responded: "Then let’s make them together tomorrow, and we can also let aunt bring some back to try."
Wu Lan waved her hand: "No need to prepare your aunt’s share... She definitely won’t take it, just let her try a couple."
Also instructed Song Tan and Qiaoqiao: "Tomorrow you two help aunt carry her bags, pack various dishes in there... This year’s spring bamboo shoots, can you still find tender ones? If possible, pack a sack."
Busy all year round, hardly seen during festivals, Wu Lan thought since they are on the outs with Song Dafang, getting the kids to make their aunt happy, not for anything else, just to keep the old and the young happy is good!
"Alright." Song Tan nodded: "Tomorrow I’ll go digging for shoots."
Lun Chuan also spoke up: "I’ll go."
"No!" Everyone at the table stopped him: "You’re too delicate; stay home and make pastries, Tantan is strong, the bamboo forest is right at the door, a few shovels will fill a sack, not tiring."
"Exactly!" Wu Lan looked at him with concern: "There are mosquitoes and bugs in the bamboo forest, let Tantan and Qiaoqiao do it, both are strong."
Lun Chuan hesitated for a moment but still tried to say: "Actually, I’m quite strong, and wearing gloves..."
"See, see!" Wu Lan said to him: "Just a sack of bamboo shoots, what gloves?"
Lun Chuan paused, but couldn’t help but smile.
Oh well, eating from your appearance isn’t bad, he should slowly get used to it.
Qiaoqiao asked: "Can I dig together with my sister and then raffle off the ones we dig up?"
"You’re addicted to raffles!" Wu Lan looked at him: "Why do you want to raffle again?"
Qiaoqiao became proud: "Because the money from the last few live streams went into the account, several thousand!"
It was all from everyone’s rewards, without any large amount, all accumulated from one dollar and a dime, Qiaoqiao wanted to treat his little friends to some food.
"Sure." Song Tan promised him first: "Brother Yanping, give a heads up tonight."
"Qiaoqiao, tomorrow you dig fifty bamboo shoots for the raffle, package them yourself, you’ll pay for the shipping fees, okay?"
Qiaoqiao nodded firmly: "I have money!"
Zhang Yanping laughed: "Okay! The fans in the live stream have become more numerous, last time when I said eat grass, and the Mandarin Duck’s live stream brought many new fans, raffling will be good."
This year they weren’t waiting for money usage, Song Tan didn’t keep pushing bamboo shoots anymore, and the quantity of bamboo shoots was back to normal state, digging a hundred and eighty wasn’t a problem.