Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2186: Chapter 1863: Where Did You Source This?

No one knows how Li Lanhua arranged things after she returned.

But early in the morning, Seventh Uncle opened the roasting room specifically built back then and first told Wu Lan to take out those dried cucumbers and beans she had baked.

What kind of stuff, daring to share the same oven with his roasted duck?

Hmph!

Since raising this group of ducks, initially they weren’t mature, so we couldn’t eat them.

Later on, we only ate adult ducks, mostly made into soup or stewed.

It’s rare to have such a stroke of luck like this time, just when a few unfortunate ones are... Oh dear, oh dear!

He picked up the ducks that had been marinated overnight and processed early in the morning, and at this moment, seeing how the duck skin had tightened, touched it to feel the elasticity. Seeing Wu Lan still focused on her cucumbers, he urged:

"Hurry up, we still need to put them in with a fan blowing for two hours before baking them. Are we even eating lunch or not?"

"I wanted to see what’s different between this cucumber and the sun-dried one..." Wu Lan sniffed the dry slices she held.

It really does smell a bit different after all.

Usually, Seventh Uncle would sit down and study it carefully with her.

After all, around here, eating dried vegetables like radish and cowpeas is common in winter, but it’s uncommon to sun-dry cucumbers and eggplants.

But at this moment, he only had ducks in his mind, so he said impatiently:

"What’s the point of just looking?"

After cooking for decades, if the skill is still like that, what can you learn just by seeing?

"Like this, you should grab a couple of handfuls, soak them in cold water, then they’ll have more crispness and be a bit chewy. I’ll make you a cold salad for lunch."

Just eating roast duck can be a bit monotonous.

Ah, Qiaoqiao isn’t around, otherwise I could teach him how to make pancakes with this method.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but ask: "When exactly will Qiaoqiao come back? Missing out on eating the roast duck."

Such a pity, the child hasn’t tasted such delicious roast duck.

Wu Lan carried the cucumbers to the kitchen and replied:

"Didn’t you hear last night on the phone, the kid said Xiaoyang seemed pitiful, staying home alone every day with no one to keep him company, so he wants to stay there for a couple more days."

Ah, this is Qiaoqiao’s first time traveling far alone, staying in a strange place. The family doesn’t say it, but they’re certainly anxious.

But still, seeing him take care of himself comfortably outside brings great relief.

He’s grown up now.

...

While Lao Song’s family prepares for the roast duck, in the urban area, Zhu Lingqi delivered the melon to Zhang Yanping’s family overnight yesterday.

Sure enough, this trip wasn’t a loss.

His parents caught up and insisted on stuffing a basket of local grapes into the carriage.

With the rainy weather, these grapes also dropped in price, but nonetheless, what came out of the wholesale fruit market was still big, dark purple, plump, and sweet.

At the mall, his aunt couldn’t find such good-looking ones, so she returned home happily with a car full of harvest! His aunt and uncle were thrilled beyond measure.

They tried a couple of grapes.

Sweet, really sweet, and rich in grape flavor.

Whatever different varieties they are, local grapes are the tastiest.

Oh no, the last time Tantan brought over some that were tasty too, with a strong rose scent that people even thought she was wearing perfume.

But the selling price was over 30 a pound!

His aunt was so heartbroken after eating one that she felt like setting up a stall; where else would you find such affordability?

Looking at the melon, she took out a couple and examined them closely, wondering: "This one has a slight crack, but the crack is not deep, did you pick only the good ones?"

Zhu Lingqi quickly shook his head:

"No, no, I initially picked those with severe cracks, planning to make melon popsicles from them. After all, we now have grapes, right?"

How can people eat so much fruit?

"But Tantan saw what I was picking wasn’t decent and took that basket away, saying it’s pig feed, and picked some like this for me instead."

His aunt deeply sighed: "Youngsters just don’t know how to manage, they’re too wasteful."

But despite saying this, her heart was still overjoyed. She picked up a melon happily and called out:

"Bring me the trash can and peeling knife, let’s eat freely today, each person gets one."

Then she paused and turned back: "Wait, I’ll find a couple with severe cracks."

Meanwhile, Dahong Fruit Wholesale was busy as usual.

They sold ordinary high-quality fruits, and over the years, due to affordability and reputation, they had many repeat customers.

Plus, nighttime was the peak for receiving supplies, struggling until midnight, the melons were placed in the warehouse by the couple without having a chance to look.

Only after breakfast the second day did they think of it, just as they were about to open the market.

My goodness!

His uncle exclaimed:

"Yanping said those melons had cracks and could spoil. We must eat them soon!"

Also grumbled: "We’re fruit sellers, why does Tantan always send good stuff here? Isn’t it better to make more money?"

But as business people for a long time, they were unlike his aunt’s stingy nature. Besides, though their shop sold many fruits this summer, they hardly tried expensive fruit themselves.

So feeling regret but determined, after breakfast, they prepared the shop for opening and each took a small stool to sit at the entrance, also slowly peeling the melon.

Zhu Lingqi picked melons for himself, only choosing the ones with flaws.

But picked the ones for Zhang Yanping’s family with a 50-yuan fuel voucher according to Song Tan’s standards.

Cracked but not deeply.

The couple finished peeling a melon and were instantly invigorated by the aroma—

What a fragrant melon!

They had many melon varieties in the store, but none smelled as good as this.

Thinking about the peaches and watermelons that were sent before, they were even more reluctant to eat it.

But indeed, the appearance affects the selling price... That counts as a loss, so unfortunate.

Despite their sighs, the couple still each grabbed half and took a bite.

Once bitten, they lost all sense of direction.

Though this wasn’t their first time eating fruit from Song Tan’s house, every bite was deliciously sweet, and this melon was ripe, even more refreshing and flavorful.

After sharing one, they still felt unsatisfied and went back to wash a couple more.

Earl in the morning, neighbors across still saw them and naturally joined in:

"Wu Fang, what kind of melons did you bring in? Are they free? The couple is eating them so happily."

They were on their third one now.

Can Wu Fang say it’s from Tantan’s house?

She heard they weren’t even enough to sell, letting them find out would lead to a swarm of people bargaining.

So she said: "These are boutique ugly melons my son found."

"So fragrant and delicious..."

Everyone knew Zhang Yanping was lazy, but also that his picky taste was famous.

He specifically found boutique ugly melons?!

Oh wow!

Nowadays, ugly oranges and ugly apples are trendy, ugly melons aren’t rare.

Everyone crowded in, eager to find out more:

"What ugly melons? Where are they from? They do smell unusual."

"Wu Fang, let me try a bite. If they’re good, we’ll purchase together and maybe get a discount."

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