Her Cultivation Diary

Chen Yuan was taken aback: "Group purchase? Registration fee..."

Is the boss going to pay too?

He was a bit uncertain.

Song Tan nodded: "I'll cover it, as long as you can pass, get the certificate. Later, I'll lend you the pickup to go to town, but you guys have to pay for the gas!"

The offer was so good, Chen Yuan found it hard to believe. After thinking for a while, a thousand thoughts crossing his mind, he could only say two words:

"Thank you."

He said solemnly.

...

Song Tan rode the macaroon-colored car back home briskly.

As soon as she got home, she heard a burst of laughter. Pushing the door open, she saw Lun Chuan dressed in a simple white cotton long-sleeved shirt, lowering his head to pour tea into a cup.

He looked so good.

Song Tan couldn't help but take another look.

"Eh?" She quickly walked over and picked up a cup, sniffing it: "So serious, are you rushing a manuscript tonight, drinking so much?"

Lun Chuan looked at her with a smile, took the cup and placed it to one side:

"Xin Jun came over and said he needs to stay awake during the day, so I'm making him strong tea. Drinking a cup at this time, he can stay energized until ten at night."

As he spoke, he fetched another cup.

Song Tan was surprised: "Xin Jun is here? So early?"

"Not early at all!" Xin Jun chimed in with an expression hard to describe and reached for the tea.

Lun Chuan happened to hand over a cup, Xin Jun didn't mind, thanked him and took it, then deeply sniffed the tea aroma—

"This flavor really wakes you up!"

Song Tan couldn't help but laugh: "Didn't you get some tea packed during New Year?"

"Yes, I did," Xin Jun said with an indescribable tone: "My mom said not to drink too much, keep it for when big clients come... the tea's getting old! The tea soup has turned yellow!"

Fresh Maojian is different from Pu'er; it's meant to be drunk the same year. The longer it stays, the older it gets.

However, in today's market economy, many people wait for festivals to gift it to leaders, so it can still sell until new tea comes in.

Lun Chuan picked up the cup on the table, gave it a careful look, and then sniffed it to evaluate:

"Even though the tea soup's color has changed, the flavor is the same, it's not affected much."

"I get it." Xin Jun sighed over the tea: "I've just realized, others enjoy good food and drink and feel happy. My mom's different, for her and my dad, success in business is happiness."

"That's normal!" Song Tan said nonchalantly: "Everyone has different life goals—I just want my family to be happy, that's joy for me."

Lun Chuan glanced at her, smiling softly: "Yeah, if Tantan's happy, I'll be happy too."

Xin Jun: ... Can those eating dog food find happiness?

Luckily, Lun Chuan soon became serious again: "Your parents have strong business ambitions, which is actually good. Having goals keeps their energy up, and both their mental and physical functions remain in good shape."

Right.

Xin Jun understood too.

Isn't there an old saying that it's easy to get sick when you're idle?

But he felt helpless: "I can't stop them, just venting... During New Year, I had to balance accounts, my head was about to split, glad I didn't listen to my mom and study finance... or I'd be done for now."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of someone tumbling down the stairs, and Zhang Yanping's loud voice rang out:

"Xin Jun, you're here! Just in time, Zhao Fangyuan sent the budget table, let's look at it together!"

Xin Jun: ...

Might as well be dead.

...

"Hey, hey, hey!" Wu Lan said to him from the side: "Kid, don't be so pessimistic during the New Year."

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep, why push it, you can play with your phone or watch TV all night, no need to stick to a schedule."

Xin Jun sighed: "On the tenth, a classmate is getting married..."

Talking about classmates getting married, Song Tan remembered the college class group she pretended not to see when tagged, and couldn't help but ponder:

"Should I hold a class reunion too?"

Lun Chuan found it funny, knowing Song Tan well, it's definitely not about reconnecting with classmates.

So he asked: "Are you short on money?"

Song Tan thought about it and agreed!

High school reunions brought people to cut rice, sold quite a bit. Now there's nothing to sell from home, old classmates are always eager, but she has nothing to offer...

Better to forget it.

Most high school folks are locals, even if they have money, their consumption habits are average. Her expensive stuff is not in demand, a little during holidays is already a luxury.

But if college classmates are well-off...

They might have money, but she's lacking goods!