Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 155 - . Water Hyacinth Tofu Soup_1

Chapter 155: 155. Water Hyacinth Tofu Soup_1 Chapter 155: 155. Water Hyacinth Tofu Soup_1 Everyone felt especially content after the midday meal.

A full basin of egg shredded goji berry bud balls, although Seventh Uncle said that big-pot dishes generally lack presentation, to everyone else… the green goji buds, yellow egg shreds, and even a handful of red goji berries made it appealing.

The fresh aroma of pork leg meat mixed with these green leaves and red flowers was particularly tempting.

Not to mention that right before cooking, Seventh Uncle took a stroll around the pond at the doorway and directed Zhang Yanping to scoop up a handful of water hyacinth.

What is water hyacinth?

An invasive species!

If it grows in someone’s pond and is left unchecked, it can cover the entire pond in half a month.

It’s only because the pond at the front door has plenty of grass carp that it’s been kept to the edges.

But to Seventh Uncle, that’s literally not recognizing its worth—

“Water hyacinth tofu soup, that’s really tender and fresh.”

“Besides, just look at this tenderness. Clearly, the quality is even better than the carefully cultivated ones, and I assure you the taste won’t be any worse. Living at Treasure Mountain and not eating its bounty, that’s just you all…”

“When the time comes, pick some tender water hyacinths, remove their roots, wash them clean, blanch them, and then cook them with tofu in a soup with lard and slices of ginger. I guarantee it’ll make you all drink it up clean.”

Only then did Song Tan remember—oh, that time she was digging wild vegetables by the pond, the Spiritual Energy accelerated their growth, and likely some of it had adhered to the water hyacinth…

“Eat, eat, eat!” She made the decision on the spot: “Whatever you make, Seventh Uncle, we’ll eat.”

And so, Song Sancheng, who had just finished his chores, was sent out again:

“It’s time to change our home’s gas canister, it’s running low. And on the way, pick up a couple of pounds of silken tofu for the midday soup.”

With water hyacinth available, the scheduled rapeseed flower rice soup was no longer needed, so Seventh Uncle pondered for a while and simply decided to mix it with wild onions instead.

The rest could just be chosen at random to stew some meat with it.

This meal was satisfying like a storm sweeping through, and just looking at the menu, food enthusiast Zhang Yanping felt her horizons had broadened.

Let alone the others in the family—even Song Tan, for whom it was unprecedented, also tried a few more bites of these “ordinary” dishes.

After the meal, everyone could sense that the sky was turning bad.

What started as a drizzle was now turning into heavy clouds on the horizon, as if a downpour was imminent.

Wu Lan frowned:

“Does it feel like it’s going to pour? I’ve just picked the tea leaves.”

Grandma Wang Lifan also showed regret: “Exactly! These days have been so hectic. Today was the only day we could finally go to Tea Mountain with ease… and now suddenly it’s going to rain?”

There wasn’t such heavy rain around Qingming Festival in previous years!

Song Tan, however, smiled. The Spiritual Energy she had stimulated the night before had made the peach trees take root, and the vegetable garden was brimming with life, needing a substantial amount of water right now!

This rain was arriving just at the right time.

“Mom, you and Grandma should really take a break. Everyone’s been as busy as tops lately, it’s like even the heavens want you to slow down.”

That was indeed true.

But as a true countrywoman, Wu Lan just glared at her: “You’re good at finding excuses to be lazy, we’re not even in the rain yet, right? Mom—”

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She called out loudly: “Let’s go, let’s go, we should hurry back to Tea Mountain and work a while longer.”

As the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law hurried up the mountain, Song Tan was honestly helpless, but after thinking it over, she decided to take a stroll to the back mountain.

Then she rummaged through the house for the pig feed bucket, mixed the leftover food into it, and added a little extra to Big White’s midday dog food!

Meanwhile, Song Sancheng and Song Youde had already gathered their tools:

“Uncle, I’ll go to your house first to see what needs to be fixed and patched up.”

In the countryside, even a simple adobe house, as long as someone lives in it, can remain sturdy as ever for decades.

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But once the house was empty, whether it was made of reinforced concrete or concrete, it wouldn’t take long before problems started cropping up—

As the old saying goes, a house also needs human presence to maintain it.

After Seventh Uncle and Seventh Grandma moved to the city, they only returned for the holidays to liven up the place for a few days; the house had been just barely inhabited and hadn’t been repaired for many years.

Song Sancheng had already made plans: just for the sake of how seriously they taught Qiaoqiao, if he couldn’t manage the work alone in the afternoon, he would hire a few more people to help, striving to make Seventh Uncle’s home stay comfortable!

And Seventh Uncle?

He wasn’t idle either, at that moment he was going through Song Tan’s freezer again: “There’s plenty of green vegetables and chili peppers in the kitchen; I’ll see if there’s something meatier, working the fields without some greasy food, you just don’t have the strength.”

Only Qiaoqiao was holding the tablet, engrossed in the captivating Ultraman on the screen.

Zhang Yanping looked around—seems like he’s the only idle person at home, right?

He wandered around the yard for a couple of turns, thought for a moment, scooped up a small earth-colored dog into his arms, and then started making various contacts on his phone.

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On the back hill, Big White’s house was built very impressively.

If a stranger came by, they might wonder whether it was meant for humans or for dogs.

But a closer look would clear things up—

Inside the tall, unobstructed gate was a rough cement floor covered with a layer of dry straw.

Big White loved cleanliness, and now the straw was all the same, neat and fresh.

At the dog house entrance, an old white enameled basin with red flowers, discarded from use, contained dog food licked clean.

On the other side was a plastic bucket with only half a bucket of water left.

Song Tan carried a small bucket up the hill and saw Big White already wagging his tail excitedly.

Leftover food? Big White loved leftover food; the taste was a hundred times better than dog food!

What a pity. Big White must also know about his big appetite; if he really treated leftovers as regular meals, he’d polish off a pot in one sitting—

That’s too much!

Anyway, there was still a lot of dog food left over from his previous owner, so he might as well stick to that for now.

Song Tan poured the rice from the bucket into the old enameled basin, watching Big White devour his meal with relish, and couldn’t help but reach out to touch his sleek, shiny fur:

“Big White, have you been sneaking things from Qiaoqiao? How come I feel like you’ve grown taller again?”

Big White’s tail instantly stiffened, then he nonchalantly started to wag it again.

Song Tan looked carefully and caught Big White’s sidelong glance.

What else was there not to understand?

Just look at his glossy, well-fed appearance!

Song Tan still remembered: “You see, when you left your previous owner, you were so reluctant. Even if he gave you a villa to live in and food to eat, could it be better than what I give you?”

“Do a good job working, every bit of food we eat is our own earned wage, so eat up!”

Now, mentioning his previous owner no longer made Big White look sad; he just increased the rate of his tail-wagging, burying his head in the bowl all the more.

Meanwhile, he kept trying to push away Big White, who was attempting to sneak in for a bite with her long neck and flat beak, back and forth they went.

It was actually pretty interesting!

Song Tan couldn’t help but record the video of the food stealing and posted it to her Moments.

Then she began to speak earnestly:

“Big White, guarding this back hill every day must be quite boring, huh?”

“Have you considered taking on a little more responsibility?”

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