Song Sancheng honestly went to the kitchen, turned and saw Qiaoqiao carrying porridge and buns, couldn’t help but ponder: "Qiaoqiao, how about cooking a bowl of dumplings?" "Huh?" The honest kid looked at the time: "But it’s already almost nine o’clock. If we eat dumplings now, what about lunch?" That’s true, Song Sancheng wandered around aimlessly and ended up helping carry dishes to the living room. Hey, the son-in-law is here! He has quite a few issues with his new car, but no one to discuss them with! And he wants to put on car film; can the son-in-law say a few words about it? The heavy rain didn’t start to taper off until past ten, yet Song Sancheng was particularly delighted: "This rain is good! Once it’s fully soaked, we won’t have to worry about drought, and the pond water can rise." Looking at the forecast again: "Tomorrow is light rain, and the day after tomorrow it’s moderate rain..." Though a week-long spell of rainy days is somewhat impacting, it’s not a big deal, better than being dry! The old farmer was basically satisfied. Song Tan also checked the phone: "Chen Xi sent a video, the water has begun to rise over by the lotus roots; once the rain stops, we shouldn’t have to worry." Wu Lan was also elated: "You know, Yan Ran and the group are young but really reliable when it comes to work. The things planted early on the mountain, I was worried they’d freeze, but it turned out fine." "Scheduling this and that throughout the period, the timing was just right!" Just that the village plots were just turned, and everyone was planning to get seedlings if it didn’t rain; now they’ll have to wait a few more days. But for now, it’s still early, and the seedlings in the greenhouse on the mountain aren’t affected by rain and are growing faster! Everyone calculated a bit and both sides felt quite pleased. But Song Sancheng was bursting with enthusiasm, looking at Lun Chuan eagerly asked, "Xiaolun, do you want to check out that homestay? I can take you!" He was promptly stopped by Wu Lan: "Oh dear, nothing’s set up inside, it’s muddy everywhere, raining, what is there to see..." Turning, she asked, "Xiaolun, wasn’t your mother supposed to come first? How come she’s not here?" Lun Jing, fashionable and with excellent taste, got her photo taken and edited during New Year, looked great! Unlike everyone at home... Song Sancheng knew nothing about it, not to mention Tantan is at the age to care about dressing up, yet even when asked, she’s clueless. Ask her to try some foundation, no matter what powder on her face, she complains about it being coarse, can’t even see the effect. Wu Lan really disliked this now! As for the villagers... not that there isn’t any common language, but isn’t everyone busy working for her family? She felt embarrassed! Lun Chuan laughed and said to Wu Lan first: "My mom has some work that hasn’t wrapped up yet, so it’ll take a while before she can come." "But she remembered what Aunt mentioned last time, specially entrusted me to bring things over this time." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ noⅴelfire.net Wu Lan was indeed even happier: "Oh, busy with work, let her handle her own stuff first, no need to worry about me, I don’t lack anything..." Saying this, her gaze already full of eager curiosity at the door — what exactly are the things packed in the car? Only then did Lun Chuan turn to Song Sancheng: "It’s raining heavily, no need to trouble Uncle to accompany me to see the house. Hasn’t Uncle been keeping an eye on this before?" "Look at our current house, it certainly doesn’t need me to worry." "Indeed!" Song Sancheng also beamed: "Us villagers, every household used to build houses on their own, knew everything." "Old Xu is straightforward too, in the future might introduce work to him, he didn’t cut corners with us..." "And Xiaozhao, that girl, though she seems fiery, her work is meticulous, during coloring she has to look seven or eight times... Well, she’s reliable!" Lun Chuan nodded along: "If Uncle finds it reliable, I surely don’t need to worry either — the rain has lessened, let me get the things out of the car." "I’ll do it, I’ll do it!" Song Sancheng was eager, leaning over: "You must be tired driving for so long, take a seat and rest, I’ll get them." Saying this, he already rushed into the fine drizzle and subsequently, the family followed, waiting for the trunk to open, Song Sancheng’s eyes glued to it, unable to look away. Everything in there was packaged as gifts, he had neither the patience nor time to look, only eyeing a cylindrical-shaped box inside — He rubbed his hands, feeling inexplicably nervous. Lun Chuan, who was much taller, lifted his arms and took out that box: "Heard from Tantan about Uncle liking fishing before but last year there was no time, so it was delayed." "Saw a fishing rod with good reviews this time, I don’t know much, but it should work by the pond and river." "Good, good, good! Good, good, good!" Song Sancheng took the fishing rod, examining the box repeatedly, raindrops still blowing above him, but he didn’t care at all, muttering: "This brand... must be expensive, right? Actually, fishing rods differ for ponds or rivers..." Wu Lan couldn’t stand anymore: "Whether it’s for ponds or rivers, as long as you can catch, isn’t that good enough? Get going, don’t block us from getting stuff; hurry back inside, soon your clothes will be all wet!" It didn’t matter for clothes or snacks, but how could the new fishing rod get soaked in rain? Song Sancheng hurried back inside. Then Lun Chuan quickly bent down, picked out an exquisitely packaged gift bag from the pile: "Aunt, this is the skincare and cosmetics my mom picked out for you, said you could research them together and make videos when she comes." "I bought a red scarf for you, should look nice in photos..." Wu Lan quickly took it, at this moment, Song Tan could hardly bear to watch her expression — Wondering if her cheeks hurt from smiling. Wu Lan was truly happy! "Yesterday your mom sent me a video on TikTok, standing on the lawn, with wind blowing that scarf she was holding up to let it float... looked wonderful!" "I was thinking of asking Tantan to order one online for me! You’ve got it bought... You’re such a child... Oh dear! Spending like that..." Though complaining verbally, her forehead and eyes were all bright with joy, Lun Chuan added: "Their area’s space is modest, the shot doesn’t actually have that grand feel. But here, our place is spacious, with unmatched scenery." "So perhaps, once the rain stops, Aunt, you could go to the Milk Vetch flower field, the canola field, holding that scarf... As for the shooting... He didn’t boast but rather humbly suggested: "I’m average at photography, better let Qiaoqiao do it." Qiaoqiao didn’t mind at all, instead felt a proud sense of being entrusted: "I’ll do the shooting! Mom, I’ll shoot! I’m quite good at it!" And standing aside, unable to get a word in from the beginning, Song Tan smiled at Lun Chuan, couldn’t help but give a thumbs up — [Catering to preferences] Those four words were grasped perfectly by Lun Chuan.