Her Cultivation Diary

The group exchanged glances: "Master Jiang, whatever you make, we'll eat. We're not picky eaters."

"Alright, alright, alright!" Master Jiang beamed: "Don't worry, whatever you eat won't be lacking! Just wait—oh, by the way," he suddenly asked with some expertise, "Did you already have breakfast at Lao Song's family?"

Seeing everyone nod, he kindly asked, "Then, do you want to wait until one o'clock to have lunch?"

Is that even possible?

The group all looked at Wu Lan.

Wu Lan was slightly taken aback, thinking there's no work right now anyway, so you can eat whenever you want! Could hiring someone really make us broke just by feeding them?

She wasn't one to fuss over a few grains of rice.

So at this moment, she nodded blankly: "Whenever you want to eat, that's up to you guys. Isn't that for Master Jiang to decide?"

Chen Yuan was overjoyed, thanked Wu Lan, and then looked earnestly at Master Jiang:

"Thank you!"

Master Jiang smiled and sighed: "No worries, we've all eaten, all been full... Well, I'll make you a hawthorn soup at noon to help with digestion!"

Are all the chefs here so considerate?

Holding onto this belief, everyone carried their luggage and thought about various things they had speculated on in the past few days, but the reality didn't match the picture they had imagined.

Honestly, everyone was relieved.

Having experienced it, they all knew how demanding real security tasks could be. If they were fully able-bodied, it might be different, but as it stands, they feared they couldn't shoulder the responsibility.

It really did seem like an ordinary farmstead now. From the host family to the chef, everyone was warm and considerate. This was just perfect.

Wu Lan led them to the building on the left side of the factory: "This is the men's dormitory. The women's dorm across the way is locked, no men allowed inside."

Even though only Zhai Xiaofeng and her daughter were inside, rules needed to be clear in advance.

The group following Wu Lan nodded and took note.

Song Sancheng also came up, taking out a key: "I've arranged for you to stay on the ground floor, there are a few spacious rooms here, just right for you."

These buildings didn't have elevators, and many of them had difficulty moving around, so going up and down wasn't easy. Therefore, for twenty-three people, six dormitories were connected on the ground floor.

Opening the door revealed a spacious four-person room.

It was truly spacious, with four bunk beds, cupboards on the top bunk, and the bottom bunk for sleeping.

Each bed had a combination cabinet separating it, and the room had a bathroom and toilet, as well as air conditioning.

Though small, it was fully equipped.

Moreover, these dorms were indeed somewhat larger than the others. Chen Yuan and the others were quite satisfied!

They had lived in similar conditions for many years. Although it wasn't their favorite, they had no problem adapting again.

Especially since these conditions were unmistakably more comfortable. They all breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked Wu Lan and Song Sancheng.

Song Sancheng handed over the keys: "There are just four keys per room, so choose whichever room you like."

In front of this group of unfamiliar young guys, he spoke less, feeling a bit shy, but after thinking for a moment, added:

"Honestly, although our village is a bit remote, there's not much going on, it's quite peaceful."

"Inviting you over, to be honest, there's probably not much in terms of prospects, but one thing's for sure, you'll eat well and sleep soundly here. You'll see once you've worked for a while."

He wasn't exaggerating. Over the years, all sorts of people came and went from the family, and everyone said they slept exceptionally well here.

At Song Sancheng's age, he felt that sleeping well was an incredibly important thing.

Saying such sincere words was rare, leaving everyone unsure how to respond.

But Chen Yuan smiled and said: "Uncle, you're too kind. In my current state, I'm not thinking about prospects, I'm content with a good job."

"Exactly." Everyone chimed in, echoing each other's sentiments.

In their current state, even if they needed work, they could find ways in the city. But...

How to put it? Sometimes, moving far away from home isn't entirely a bad thing.

Especially since not everyone's parents and family are like Chen Yuan's parents, solely concerned about their child's wounds.

Some of them left with their family's reluctance, some dragged their luggage, with maybe only a few hundred bucks left in their pocket.