Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 147.1

A group of people had a very satisfying breakfast and couldn’t stop praising Seventh Granduncle’s cooking skills. However, Seventh Granduncle himself was not satisfied:

“We’re back in the countryside, so why are we still buying vegetables for every meal?” He glanced at the spotless kitchen and the rather barren vegetable garden outside.

But there wasn’t much they could do!

At this time of year, if they didn’t buy vegetables, what else could they eat every day besides lettuce, garlic sprouts, and cabbage?

Seventh Granduncle complained, “The season is wrong; this black cabbage is already bitter.”

During the New Year, when the hearts of the black cabbage were blanched, they tasted sweet and delicious.

Seeing that everyone had eaten their fill, Qiao Qiao happily stacked the dishes in the sink and slowly and carefully began to wash them while humming a tune:

“Like sunlight piercing through the night, dawn quietly crosses the sky…”

Song Tan listened and felt something was off.

Then she remembered: Isn’t this the Ultraman theme song? But—

“Song Qiao Qiao!” she asked. “If you know how to sing, how many episodes did you watch yesterday?”

Qiao Qiao blinked, then quickly turned his head and shouted, “Qiao Qiao is washing dishes and must focus.”

Well, that explained why yesterday he stayed in his room until it was time to eat, reluctant to come out—who knew how many episodes he had watched in one go!

Seventh Grandaunt looked at Qiao Qiao’s well-behaved demeanor and was overjoyed. She quickly said, “So what if a child watches a few episodes of cartoons? Don’t pretend you didn’t cling to the TV when you were young.”

Song Tan fell silent.

At that time, what child didn’t wish they could live inside the television?

Just as she was about to say something more, Seventh Granduncle had already dug out a basket: “Any special requests for lunch?”

Wu Lan hurriedly said, “No, no, Uncle, we’ll eat whatever you cook. We’re not picky.”

Now she was finally liberated from cooking three meals a day and was tying a basket around her waist, getting ready to pick tea leaves. She wasn’t picky at all—in fact, she was eager to clap her hands and celebrate.

Seventh Granduncle nodded:

“Then I’ll take a stroll nearby and see what I can find to eat.”

There were wild vegetables on the back mountain, but they had grown early due to the spiritual energy and were starting to get old. Song Tan was about to remind him but thought better of it—she didn’t know how to cook anyway, so it was best to leave it to the professional.

Meanwhile, she helped pack and weigh the hundreds of pounds of bamboo shoots that were dug up yesterday, while calling out to Qiao Qiao, “Since you watched extra episodes of cartoons yesterday, you have to work harder today and do a good job.”

Qiao Qiao was swaying his head, singing the climax—

“…A new storm has arrived, how can we stay stagnant…I will come to your side!”

After humming through this line, he nodded heavily and replied to the earlier comment: “Okay.”

Song Tan: …

It took you over a minute of singing to respond—where is the sincerity in that?