Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 120.1

Song Hongmei kept talking, and soon, she was feeling hungry herself.

Without hesitation, she called out, “Qiao Qiao—pick some more rapeseed flowers for me, I’m going back to cook rice soup!”

The rapeseed flowers were scattered sparsely, having grown wildly from seeds dropped who knows when. No one had taken care of them, so they bloomed wildly.

Qiao Qiao, holding a basket, dived into the flower patch. He found a good spot, opened a small box he was carrying, and gently released a fat bumblebee, placing it on a flower.

The rapeseed flower was tall but delicate. As soon as the bumblebee landed, the whole flower trembled slightly, clearly struggling under the insect’s weight.

Qiao Qiao sighed, having completely forgotten about the bamboo shoots he had been digging.

Meanwhile, Tan Tan felt her appetite growing too. She moved her fingers slightly, and a thin wisp of spiritual energy drifted with the wind. The bamboo forest swayed, and even the leaves seemed greener.

More bamboo shoots began sprouting at their feet.

She shifted her foot slightly and quickly dug out a plump bamboo shoot. Song Hongmei was delighted. “Oh wow! This one is huge! It hasn’t even broken through the soil, so it must be tender!”

“We’ll prepare a cold dish with this one—ah, this one’s a bit tough, but that’s fine. Chop it up more, and it can go into a duck stew. I heard old duck is cheap in the market these days.”

She kept digging while talking, describing each dish as if it were right in front of her. Tan Tan finally couldn’t hold it in. “Aunt, how do you know so much about cooking?”

Song Hongmei laughed loudly. “Because the chef I was telling you about earlier—your Seventh Granduncle! When I was a child, he used to do big banquets in our village, and I learned a lot from him.”

Oh, Seventh Granduncle.

Tan Tan thought to herself that even if she hadn’t left for over a hundred years, she still wouldn’t remember who he was—there were simply too many relatives.

Luckily, Song Hongmei switched from talking about food to people.

“Your Seventh Granduncle, oh, he’s like a wizard in the kitchen. They say back when the commune was still operating the communal kitchen, the leader wouldn’t let him cook because he made the food taste too good, and everyone would eat too much. The planned food supply couldn’t keep up!”

Wow! Tan Tan was genuinely impressed.

Why do the older folks dislike wild vegetables so much? Because, in their memories, they were often boiled in plain water. Even getting a drop of oil in the pot was a luxury. In those days, who could make wild greens taste good?

But according to Song Hongmei, this Seventh Granduncle could!

Tan Tan’s interest was piqued.