Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 128: 128. Honey Black Sesame Glutinous Rice Porridge_1

The honey was in a semi-solid state, with clear layers of cream yellow and butter yellow. Lun Chuan grasped the black iron lid and gave it a hard twist—

On his tensed arm, the scars from burns sent a slight, ant-bite sting, but what rushed to his face was the unique, fresh sweetness of the honey.

Lun Chuan paused for a moment, then leaned in to take another sniff.

It was an indescribable sweet sensation.

Like plucking a flower from a green grassy field under the light rain of Xiaoyun, and gently sucking on it, tasting a bit of sweetness.

It did not feel cloying at all, but rather seemed to moisturize the mood as well.

He carefully held the jar and without hesitation went to the kitchen, took down a thin and transparent tiny spoon, scooped up an amber-like dollop of honey, and eagerly put it into his mouth.

A breath of wind seemed to pass over the tip of his tongue, that sweet and moist sensation as if sliding from his mouth down to his stomach…

Just the taste of this honey was worth two thousand words of description!

He noted the sensation, deciding to write it into a chapter later. But at the same time, his tongue reluctantly slid over the spoon, feeling it was too precious to be simply consumed like this. It should be cherished and savored slowly.

Thus, after setting down the honey, he turned back and rummaged in the kitchen for a can of black sesame seeds.

A light frying pan was heated up, into which a handful of sesame seeds was sprinkled. The scent was particularly enticing as the spatula flipped them.

Once the black sesame seeds were all roasted, they were transferred into a clay mortar to be slowly crushed and ground.

Meanwhile, in a terracotta jar beside it, boiling water and rice blossoms rolled and churned, the thick rice porridge was almost done.

He expertly reduced the flame and waited until the black sesame was ground into a fine powder and then turned off the porridge.

Eight parts full of the delicately round porcelain bowl was filled with porridge, and then he added a spoonful of ground black sesame on top. Lun Chuan thought for a moment and took out a piece of marinated beef from the refrigerator, chopping it into small cubes.

Taking the opportunity, he added a bit of oil to the frying pan and skillfully cracked an egg into it.

As the egg puffed up golden brown with the frying, its aroma spread throughout the kitchen, and he systematically found two slices of yesterday’s leftover toast to put into the sandwich maker.

The fried egg, marinated beef, and a few leaves of greens were layered in succession. With a press down on the sandwich maker—

In just a minute, a personalized sandwich with a crispy shell and a soft, richly textured inside was ready.

On the shiny white porcelain dish, two plump orioles were painted, and right below their pointed beaks, a green leaf peeked out from the sandwich.

Only then did Lun Chuan sit at the dining table, carefully scooping a spoonful of honey, drizzling it finely over the top of the rice porridge with the black sesame.

Honey black sesame rice porridge, beef and fried egg sandwich.

—A perfect lunch.

The sweet, fresh and dominant aroma of the honey easily overpowered the scent of the protein. Unable to resist, he stirred the porridge lightly with his spoon, and then eagerly took a mouthful.

The sweet taste was especially pronounced against the backdrop of sesame and sticky rice.

However, before he could fully savor it, the doorbell rang once more.

Upon opening the door, Lun Jing stood at the threshold, sniffing the air, then with a look of surprise:

“It smells so good, Achuan, what are you making? Didn’t I tell you not to cook yet?”

She changed her shoes, and even though she didn’t get a response, she didn’t stop talking: “I messaged that girl about buying some farm specialties, and only then found out you messaged her to change the address.”

“Achuan, don’t you prefer not to interact much with people? It must have been because the food was too delicious that you couldn’t resist, right?”

Turning to look at the simply packaged bottle of honey on the table, the sweet aroma in the air so enticing, she was convinced: “This is the stuff the girl sent again, right? How many bottles? Share some with mom.”

Lun Chuan frowned:

“At the hospital, I remember you said that if one inquired too boldly about the price, the other party might just send even more stuff for free.”

Lun Jing knew it wasn’t appropriate.

But…

But…

“But their goods are really so delicious!”

Lun Chuan thought of the last bundle of Milk Vetch in the fridge, delicately preserved and even wrapped in beeswax paper, stored in the crisper. At this moment, his eyes downcast, he fell silent.

Lun Jing didn’t mind not getting a response.

Her son was always a man of few words. Now he was just naturally and expertly tightening the honey jar lid, before slipping it into his carry-on tote bag.

His actions were so natural and skilled that Lun Chuan, who was still holding a spoon, stared for quite some time, feeling that something was not quite right.

Then he furrowed his brow:

“Mom, the last time she sent Milk Vetch, she said they were almost out—why did you ask again?”

Lun Jing was somewhat embarrassed.

“Weren’t you in the hospital for a month? I joined a patient’s group chat, and you know, those who can afford Ren’ai are somewhat wealthy… For those few days, we ate dumplings every day, and patients from several other rooms came to ask about them.”

No matter how well sealed and ventilated, there couldn’t be absolutely no residue left in the room, right?

Especially the man from the room opposite, who stood there every day with his crutches like a beggar, his eyes fixed hopefully on this room.

In the end, Lun Jing couldn’t stand it and shared with that person twice. The fellow wasn’t shy about it, and the aroma spread so much that more and more people from the patient group started to ask.

The ten pounds of shepherd’s purse were quickly gone.

Then came the Milk Vetch; there was so little of it. Lun Jing took it home, stir-fried it for two meals, and it was finished. Now, wasn’t she just craving more?

The tea, on the other hand, was indeed very good. After she gave it out as a return gift, the sender even messaged her early this morning to ask about it.

How good was it?

When she made it, she counted out each leaf before dropping it in, more mindful than she’d ever been when drinking saffron.

In any case, the more she drank, the more anxious she became, afraid that such fine products would be impossible to find in the future.

When Lun Chuan didn’t reply to her message for half an hour, she directly started up the car and rushed over.

But facing her son, she as a mother couldn’t just say it so bluntly.

After pondering for a while, Lun Jing said, “It’s just that… I heard it’s not easy to sell things in rural areas now, right? If these could be sold, it would be good to know the price to promote them to relatives and friends.”

She had come to Imperial City heavily pregnant and divorced, and in all these years, she only made two or three friends at most. Where did she have any relatives?

But Lun Chuan was moved.

He no longer remembered the face of the person involved, but he vaguely recalled how, when he dragged her out of the car, the girl was clutching a huge canvas bag from the night market, one that cost ten yuan, and her coat had a noticeably skewed seam.

She was dressed cheaply, but simply.

Thinking of what Lun Jing had just said, he nodded slightly:

“Then… I’ll ask later.”

The person lived in a mountain village, and from what he remembered, her life was still filled with hardship. Yet she sincerely sent over such goods; he… how could he bear it.