Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2235: Chapter 1887: Sorry to Trouble You, Good-Hearted Donor

The oppressive heat made the Imperial City lack any scenery that would compel one to brave the blazing sun for a visit.

And so, after Song Tan and Lun Chuan bought their tickets, they casually packed a few clothes and were ready to set off.

However, early in the morning, just as they were about to drive to the city, they were stopped by Wu Lan.

"Are you going to invite the master like this?"

The suitcase felt light in her hand, clearly empty!

Song Tan was puzzled: Isn’t that obvious? You can’t just hold the gift in your arms while banging gongs and drums, can you?

She paused for a moment: "What else then? We’re not staying in the Imperial City for long."

"How can you invite someone like that?" Both Wu Lan and Song Sancheng disapproved.

Wu Lan quickly calculated in her mind.

Driving from the village to the high-speed train station would take a little over an hour, then take the train, and it wouldn’t take more than 6 hours to reach the Imperial City.

Given this, they should bring whatever’s necessary!

In the end, Wu Lan glanced again at their small suitcase - it was indeed small, just 20 inches, obviously only enough for their clothes and socks.

She quickly urged: "Tantan, where’s that old suitcase of yours? I remember it being big."

It was quite big, indeed. They had used that large suitcase to bring everything back from Ning City.

Now, being hurried by Wu Lan, Song Tan rummaged around and found it. Though old, it was still clean.

Song Tan checked the time: "Mom, stop fussing, we planned to arrive at the high-speed train station over half an hour early, and at this rate, we won’t make it."

Wu Lan, now adept with the short video app, was no longer the village person who knew nothing, casually said:

"Then change your ticket."

In short, nothing should be left behind.

She pushed the two back into the room, urging Song Sancheng to hold a basket and rummage through the fridge, putting everything together with a clatter, all neatly packed.

Alright.

A mother’s requirements, like her love for long johns, are ultimately impossible to refuse.

Let her pack whatever she wants, it’s just tea leaves, liquor, and the like.

Oh, by the way, Song Tan reminded: "Alcohol isn’t allowed on high-speed trains."

"Got it." Wu Lan replied. They exchanged a glance, one checked stocks, the other scrolled through their phone, and let it be.

When they left the house again, exactly 25 minutes had passed, no more, no less.

Wu Lan, pleased, pointed at the suitcase, now stuffed full: "Alright, hurry along, if you’ve made an appointment with the master, it’s best not to change your tickets."

Song Tan had no choice but to agree: "Alright, alright."

After all, they had committed to this; there was no need to drag it out. They simply had to do what needed to be done.

As she reached for the suitcase again, whoa!

Song Tan raised an eyebrow: "Mom, what did you pack in here?" It felt much heavier than just tea and silver fungus.

"Why do you care so much? If you negotiate well with the master, you can gift all of this to him, showing that although we’re from the countryside, our sincerity is genuine."

She then added quietly: "If the master enjoys it, maybe he’ll give us a discount."

After a moment’s thought, she added again: "But if it really costs millions, that won’t do."

Song Tan had heard more extraordinary words that morning than in the entire past year.

In the end, Song Tan ushered Lun Chuan into the car.

It was a familiar route. The car stopped at the high-speed train station parking lot. As they wheeled their suitcase inside, the travelers were in a hurry, none paying attention to this ordinary couple wearing masks in the searing heat.

Until their suitcase was placed with a huff on the security conveyor.

The security officer stared at the screen and fell silent.

He then waved over another officer to take a look.

Inside the suitcase, large swaths of pale orange shapes, round, leafy, overlapped—it was clear at a glance they were fruits and vegetables.

There were also distinctly clear contours and marbling of deep orange blocks, resembling large chunks of frozen meat, chicken, duck, and some mysterious leg.

Then there were various large, small, round pale orange blocks, along with many squares of wrapped pale orange... Considering the previously detected outlines of insulation cotton, they must be ice blocks?

Well...

Everyone’s eyes turned to the distinguished-looking couple, their masks now lowered for frequent facial checks.

They looked just like movie stars yet traveled so humbly.

However—

As the security lady scanned Song Tan, she couldn’t help but ask softly: "Are you coming back from Yunqiao Village?"

Song Tan was taken aback: "Yes."

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