No wonder the old farmers are efficient after living most of their lives.
When Song Tan entered the courtyard slowly, holding a large bouquet of fresh flowers and an umbrella, looking like a beauty from a rainy alley, only Seventh Uncle glanced up briefly:
"Isn't Xiaolun coming to eat?"
Song Tan was cheeky: "He's exercising now, cardio on an empty stomach is effective. He'll come later."
But after a pause, he felt the house was a bit quiet.
It's one thing if Qiaoqiao isn't here, but why aren't Mom and Dad around either?
Upon asking again, Seventh Uncle snorted: "The two of them went to find the Great Immortal."
Upon hearing this, Seventh Grandma, who was slowly snapping green beans under the porch, couldn't help but say:
"Tantan, you can't just consult anyone for such matters. Why didn't you ask me? Back in the village, there was someone who was very accurate."
Song Tan reflexively asked: "You mean 'back then' was decades ago, right? Is that person still around?"
