Chapter 34

The eldest aunt clearly didn't take these words to heart.

After all, who hasn't eaten dumplings? But she didn't refute it either, just looked at the wrapped dumplings, feeling a bit worried:

"There are too many, the refrigerator probably won't fit them."

Song Sancheng looked: "About right, there are so many of us tonight, we have to eat at least three hundred!"

The eldest aunt almost rolled her eyes—three hundred?

Usually, when eating dumplings, twenty or thirty is the limit.

Now there are only eight people in total, and he dares to brag like this?

It seems Tan Tan's vegetable selling business isn't very reliable either.

Eldest Uncle, a veteran dumpling lover, agreed at this moment: "Then let's boil a pot first to pad our stomachs."

So the men went to the car to fork the rice straw, while Wu Lan sat in front of the stove slowly tending the fire, while also blindly directing as if she had no clue:

"Boil a few more... come on, a few more—don't be in a hurry to put them in the refrigerator, eat first!"

Since she emphasized it so much, not boiling more would make it seem like she wasn't letting people eat their fill. The eldest aunt muttered to herself, but in the end, she boiled a full pot of dumplings.

On the large rural stove, this pot held over a hundred dumplings!

Rice straw isn't heavy, you just need to move it from the stack to the car. Soon the truck bed was piled full.

And by this time, the dumplings were also boiled.

Eldest Uncle took a deep breath, and while washing his hands, exclaimed: "This shepherd's purse is really good, it's so fragrant, Mom, you guys eat more."

Then he took the first bite.

For a moment, the entire dining room fell silent.

It was just... how to describe it?

Eldest Uncle thought for a long time, not even willing to swallow the dumpling filling in his mouth, before he trance-like returned to his childhood, the era when they only ate meat once a year...

There were too many dumplings for him to praise. In short, they were just too delicious!

The eldest aunt swallowed a dumpling, and now she regretted it even more—if she had known these dumplings were so delicious, why did she say to give them all to Mom and Dad just now?

The shepherd's purse around them definitely doesn't grow with this flavor!

No wonder it's twenty yuan a jin, it's truly worth it!

And the elderly Grandmother and Grandpa were full of praise, and Grandpa, who was in a wheelchair, even broke his record by finishing a bowl and then handing it over: "Serve some more."

This time it was Wu Lan who boiled the second pot, but since the old folks were old, she only served five or six more than usual:

"Dad, Mom, don't rush, eat slowly, there's more tomorrow. Don't eat until you're stuffed today."

Grandpa's appetite was wide open, his mood quite good, and he even said to Song Tan: "Our Tan Tan is a natural at farming!"

This statement received unanimous agreement from everyone.

And Wu Lan was refreshed, full of pride: "How about it, the vegetables Tan Tan got, the taste is good, right? I said she studies so well, farming shouldn't be bad either!"

Song Tan: A qualified tool person should stay silent when they shouldn't speak.

Full and satisfied.

The family of four took advantage of the night to go home, the car walking lonely on the winding mountain road, the car windows slightly open, the cool night breeze blowing on their faces, not at all extinguishing the heat in Wu Lan's heart.

She remembered the eldest aunt's regretful and reluctant expression, and then thought of the long-unseen satisfaction and comfort on the faces of Song Tan's grandmother and grandfather, and suddenly understood why her daughter must eat the fresh vegetables she gets herself every time!

Because some happiness really cannot be measured by money.

From this night on, Wu Lan became exceptionally motivated.

Early the next morning, as soon as the morning light arrived, she urged Song Sancheng to hurry and spread the rice straw in the courtyard to dry. She herself hurriedly mixed two buckets of disinfectant and sprayed the pigsty again, and even specifically checked the manure pit.

Everything was ready, and only then did she call someone to contact them, urging them to send the piglets over.

By the time Qiao Qiao came to his senses, he saw that his long-awaited Peppa was gone, and in the sun-warmed pigsty, five piglets were lying down, three white and two black.

The five piglets were undeniably cute, their big noses wet and round, and they were kept clean. Their bodies were small and round, emitting tender "oink oink oink" sounds.

But...

Except for looking closely at the skin of those two white pigs, which could still reveal some pink, they had nothing in common with Qiao Qiao's Peppa.

Qiao Qiao was stunned for a long time, then suddenly cried out "Awoo": "My Peppa, my George, my Mommy Pig... they're all gone... they're all gone..."

The pigs in the pigsty were stunned for a moment, oinked twice, and looked at him curiously with their pink, round noses, their black, shiny eyes full of liveliness.

Qiao Qiao's dream of many days was shattered, and he wailed, so Song Tan had to bring out her trump card:

"Good baby, don't cry, don't cry—there's no Peppa or George, shall we look at something else? Sister will buy you a doll when she goes to the city next time."

"Let's not look at this for now, let's change to another—have you seen Ultraman? Tiga! From today on, let's watch this."

Ultraman toys are much easier.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Qiao Qiao was crying and gasping for air, while Wu Lan laughed triumphantly, adding fuel to the fire:

"Come, Qiao Qiao, didn't you want to sleep with your Mommy Pig? You pick one, see which one is your Mommy Pig?"

Qiao Qiao:...

He cried even louder.

The piglets were too small and had just been moved to a strange environment, although they didn't seem to have any discomfort at all, and even loved it here too much (after all, they were nourished by spiritual energy to some extent).

However, for the sake of caution, Wu Lan still hurriedly boiled hot pig feed to feed them:

Pumpkin, sweet potato, corn kernels, wheat bran, rice bran, and leftover rice, a fragrant pot full.

Just smelling the aroma, it was actually quite appetizing.

Song Tan thought for a moment: "Mom, I'll go see how the Chinese milk vetch in the fields tastes? By the way, I'll pick some more to feed the pigs."

Shepherd's purse can be tasted once or twice a year, but Chinese milk vetch is something she hasn't eaten in over ten years.

Wu Lan nodded: "Go ahead, get some more to clean up in the afternoon, aren't you planning to sell it tomorrow?"

Song Tan shook her head: "I told the customers in the group that I'll go sell it tomorrow morning, not rushing early."

Chinese milk vetch is easier to clean than wild vegetables, but it's too crisp and tender; to ensure freshness, it's better to pick it in the morning and take it directly to the city.

Now that the weather is warm and there are more wild vegetables, Wu Lan felt a bit uncertain about selling Chinese milk vetch, which used to be used for fertilizing fields and feeding livestock, for twenty yuan a jin.

But she didn't refute it either—she had praised her daughter's farming skills too much yesterday, to the point where she was a bit brainwashed herself this morning, always feeling—

Maybe there really is something different?

Song Tan took Qiao Qiao, who had tear stains on his face, and went to the fields with a basket. The fresh green leaves and tender stems were so delicate she couldn't bear to step on them. Pinching the stems with her hands and breaking them gently, she got a cluster of green.

Qiao Qiao found a new way to play, feeling that pulling grass like this was very interesting, so he instantly threw Mommy Pig to the back of his mind and started working happily.