Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 141.1

Song Sancheng had made an excuse out of necessity, but this year, he really looked quite different!

Originally, he was thin and short, his skin a bit dark, with some gray hair scattered on top of his head. Overall, he didn’t look much different from the other villagers.

But now?

Recently, his family had been busy, so he hadn’t met with the villagers often. Now, at first glance, he looked a bit fatter than before, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have smoothed out! The white hair was still there, but the rest of his hair was shiny black. He walked with his back straight, showing no signs of the hunched posture common in older people. He seemed full of energy!

And his complexion—though you couldn’t see or touch it—everyone could sense how healthy he looked. What had he been eating since the beginning of spring to become so well-nourished?

Just thinking about this made everyone even more confident and excited about his claim that “Wu Lan’s cooking has greatly improved.”

One of the women helping with the tree planting seemed to be lost in thought. She said, “If you ask me, we should eat a lot at noon. Do you remember how Tan Tan looked when she came back? She passed by my house on a motorcycle, and oh my, I saw it. She had a white bandage on one side of her head, and her little face was so pale.”

“Now look at her! Her face is rosy—”

The woman tried to find the right words but ended up recalling how Song Tan had swiftly carried a big basket. In the end, she could only sum it up with one sentence:

“…She’s got a sturdy build now!”

Everyone agreed with her.

Song Tan worked so fast that it made everyone else look like they were slacking off by comparison.

This proved one thing—

“The food at Song Sancheng’s house must be nourishing! Even Qiao Qiao looks more handsome. Oh, what a pity this young man is—cough.”

This topic couldn’t continue; it felt too personal. However, all the workers began to look forward to lunch at the Song family’s house.

This left Song Sancheng feeling a bit uneasy.

He had only said it casually… His wife’s cooking had been the same for decades; the main difference this year was just having better vegetables! But those good vegetables were all sold for money; how could he serve them to everyone?

Meanwhile, down the hill…

Song Tan’s small pickup truck stopped at their doorstep. Qiao Qiao had wiped away his tears and was the first to get out of the car, his eyes filled with anticipation as he looked at Song Tan.

Song Tan: …

She had intended to ask Qiao Qiao to help with some chores.

But…

Ah, she was feeling a bit guilty and soft-hearted toward the child now!

Because in the end, she surrendered to that pitiful look in his eyes:

“Alright, alright, go to Sister’s room, and I’ll let you use the computer later—but only one episode during lunchtime.”

“One episode it is!”

Qiao Qiao cheered and rushed into the house.

But Song Tan didn’t immediately follow. She waited until Seventh Granduncle and Seventh Grandaunt got out of the car before greeting them, “Mom, I invited Seventh Granduncle to be our chef. His house still needs a couple of days to be tidied up, so they’ll stay with us for now…”

With the people now here, Wu Lan immediately understood. She dropped the vegetables she was preparing, her whole demeanor as bright as a sunflower, eagerly attending to them like a bee to honey:

“Oh, Uncle is here! Come, come, come, you must be tired! I’ve already cleaned the room, and the bedding was just aired out a few days ago. I’ll make the bed for you right away…”

Her enthusiasm further relaxed Seventh Granduncle, who had already been feeling quite at ease. While Seventh Grandaunt went inside the house, he casually strolled around the yard, noticing three local dogs chewing on bones in a corner, which made him smile.

“These little fellows look quite lively.”