Have a Good Talk

But Li Fan's expression turned bitter again. He sighed repeatedly.

"It's not like you don't know what the submitted songs are like. Most of them are written by producers who are only halfway competent. I haven't found a single song I like this entire month. If this continues, I'm afraid the new song project will have to be put on hold."

Xue Qian turned to glance at Li Fan, shook his head slightly, and said, "Don't worry. When the carriage reaches the mountain, there will be a way through. When the water reaches the bridge, it will naturally flow beneath it."

"That's right! When the carriage reaches the mountain, there will be a way through! Damn it, I'll keep looking through the songs. I refuse to believe I can't find a good one!" Li Fan fiddled with his bangs, stood up, and walked toward the laptop on the desk.

The workload that afternoon was rather heavy. Zhang Han stayed busy until six o'clock before he finished planting all the seeds.

Mengmeng played with Xiao Hei nearby. Once she grew tired, she sat on the grass to rest, then continued playing after she had recovered. She was having the time of her life.

"All right, Mengmeng. It's getting dark. We should head back." Zhang Han washed his hands in the pond nearby. Since his clothes were already dirty, he simply wiped his hands on them a couple of times.

"Daddy, can we take Xiao Hei home with us?" Mengmeng asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

In just one day, Xiao Hei, the consummate playmate, had already captured Mengmeng's heart. She now regarded him as her playmate and wanted to take him home to continue playing. She could even share her toys with him.

At her words, Xiao Hei swiftly sat up facing Zhang Han. His large tail wagged back and forth, and he panted with his tongue hanging out, his expression clearly saying that he wanted to go play with them.

"Uh..." Zhang Han smiled faintly and shook his head. "No, Mengmeng. Xiao Hei still has to guard this place. Look at all the food Daddy just planted. If someone damaged it, we wouldn't have anything to eat. We'll come back tomorrow to play with Xiao Hei, all right?"

"Hmph!" Mengmeng pursed her lips and gave a soft snort. "All right, then."

"Mengmeng is such a good girl." Zhang Han picked her up and kissed her tender cheek.

"Xiao Hei, I-I'll come back tomorrow. I'll bring you toys, and I'll bring you something tasty to eat too." Mengmeng waved her little arms at Xiao Hei.

"Awoooo, awoooo..." Xiao Hei happily bounced a few times.

Mengmeng giggled at the sight.

Zhang Han carried Mengmeng to the Thunder Sun Tree. After placing all the farm tools together, he turned and looked around several times.

The rice he had planted that morning had already grown nearly twice as tall, while the wheat planted earlier had sprouted green shoots. Their growth rate was ridiculously fast.

Of course, it made sense after thinking about it. They were absorbing the nourishment of Spirit Soil and Spirit Water. It would have been stranger if they grew slowly.

"At this rate, they'll mature in four or five days."

Zhang Han pondered for a moment. Elsewhere in Hong Kong, crops could be harvested three times a year, but here on New Moon Mountain, it could be described as "a harvest every week." With Spirit Soil, even if the crops matured and weren't harvested, they would remain in perfect condition.

"Dairy cows, poultry, vegetables, fruit..."

Zhang Han was thinking about what else this place lacked when a flash of inspiration struck him.

"Right, goat's milk would work too. I've heard that goat's milk is highly nutritious. Alternating it with cow's milk would provide a more comprehensive range of nutrients."

Zhang Han remembered drinking goat's milk a few times as a child. It had a slight muttony smell, but it had a distinctive flavor.

However, he didn't know much about goat's milk, and there was no need to rush. He decided to consider it carefully.

Carrying Mengmeng down the mountain, Zhang Han saw Xiao Hei standing somewhat dejectedly at the edge of the forest. With the big master and little master leaving, he would once again be alone on the mountain.

At the sight, Zhang Han paused. A phrase inexplicably surfaced in his mind:

If you don't love them, please don't hurt them. A person has many important people in their life, but a dog has only its master.

Dogs were loyal. Even in the Immortal Realm, this remained true.

Snowy Ghost Dogs, Three-Headed Dogs, Blazing Sun Dogs, and the like, which could reach the Golden Core Stage as adults, would devote their entire lives to following the masters they acknowledged. In the Immortal Realm, there were also many touching stories of war dogs guarding their masters until death.

Thus, Zhang Han had always been fond of dogs. Seeing Xiao Hei's expression, he pondered briefly before smiling and waving.

"Xiao Hei, I'll bring some little companions back for you tomorrow. Go on up."

"Go, go on up." Mengmeng imitated Daddy's tone earnestly. "Go back to your little nest and sleep. I'll come tomorrow."

"Awoooo, awoooo..."

Xiao Hei stood up, shook his head twice at Zhang Han and Mengmeng, and backed away. After entering the forest, he still turned around to watch the departing car with his own eyes. Only after it disappeared from view did he turn and head back up the mountain.

When they drove back to Cloud Sound Garden, they happened to run into Ziyan's car at the entrance.

Ziyan's car was parked in the underground garage, while Zhang Han's Jeep was parked downstairs.

"Why are you in such a sorry state?"

In front of the elevator on the first floor, Ziyan looked Zhang Han up and down several times, asking with some surprise.

"Daddy worked all day. He planted lots and lots of things." Mengmeng raised her little arms as she answered.

"Oh, my heavens! The fallen young master knows how to work too? Didn't you always have everything handed to you, with food brought straight to your mouth?" Zhou Fei couldn't resist mocking him.

"Bad Auntie Fei Fei! You're not allowed to talk about my daddy!" Mengmeng glared at her with wide, serious eyes.

"Tch, what an ungrateful little thing." Zhou Fei curled her lips and said no more, helpless before this little girl who defended her father.

Only then did Zhang Han answer, "I planted some rice and wheat."

"Oh." Ziyan nodded.

"I won't be going upstairs today. Mengmeng, how about Daddy comes to pick you up tomorrow? Daddy is going to buy some little animals tonight. Then they'll be able to play with you tomorrow." Zhang Han smiled and patted Mengmeng's head.

"No, no!" The smile on Mengmeng's face instantly turned anxious. She wrapped her little arms around Zhang Han's neck and refused to let go.

Although she liked little animals, Zhang Han was far more important to her. The Little Princess was extremely attached to him now.

"Daddy, don't go. Mengmeng wants Daddy to stay with me, okay?" Her voice already carried hurt and a sob.

If Zhang Han refused again, she would probably burst into tears.

"All right, all right. Your daddy isn't leaving." Ziyan rolled her eyes at Mengmeng helplessly, then looked at Zhang Han and sighed. "Come upstairs with us. I happen to want to talk to you later."

Zhang Han nodded and carried Mengmeng into the elevator.

Children's emotions truly came and went quickly. When they first entered the elevator, Mengmeng was still pouting, but by the time they got off, her face was bright with happiness again.

She looked incredibly happy to have both her father and mother accompanying her.

After they entered the apartment, Wang Juan greeted them with a smile and prepared slippers for everyone. At that moment, Zhang Han gently patted Mengmeng's little arm and said, "Do you remember what Daddy told you this morning?"

"Huh?"

Mengmeng looked puzzled and tried to think.

Ziyan, Zhou Fei, and Wang Juan all watched Mengmeng curiously, not knowing what she was thinking about.

"When you saw Grandma Wang..." Zhang Han prompted her.

"Oh, I remember!" Mengmeng's eyes lit up. She pursed her lips, looked at Wang Juan, and said in her childish voice, "Grandma Wang, I'm sorry. Mengmeng, Mengmeng was wrong."

"Pfft..." It was the first time Ziyan had seen Mengmeng look so adorable, and she couldn't help laughing. "Mengmeng, what did you do wrong?"

"I-I shouldn't have called Grandma Wang an old witch." Mengmeng spoke softly.

"Oh, my." Hearing this, combined with Mengmeng's expression, Wang Juan's heart melted. She smiled and said, "It's all right, it's all right. I don't even remember that happening. Mengmeng is such a good girl."

Ziyan's expression stiffened. Remembering where those three words had come from, she turned and shot a fierce glare at Zhou Fei, who was snickering.

However, Mengmeng's next words caused Ziyan's expression to freeze completely.

"Daddy, Daddy said that Mengmeng has to respect people who are good to Mengmeng. As for people who aren't good to Mengmeng, we can curse them however we want. And, and there's another saying... um... you ants... If you show me one foot of respect, I'll return ten feet. If you destroy even a grain of mine, I'll wipe out ten thousand bushels of yours!" Mengmeng thought hard and recited the words haltingly.

In an instant, the entire room fell silent. Apart from Zhang Han, the three adults were all dumbfounded.

Wang Juan was bewildered, not understanding what kind of educational method this was. Zhou Fei was stunned at first, then began snickering to the side, inwardly marveling at the formidable education provided by the fallen young master, Zhang Han.

Ziyan's eyes gradually widened, her expression filling with fierce killing intent. She looked at Zhang Han with a smile that did not reach her eyes and said, "Zhang Han, come with me. I need to have a good talk with you!"

"Oh." Zhang Han nodded lightly and set Mengmeng on the floor.

"Mm-hm, I'm going too. I want to talk too." Zhang Han followed Ziyan upstairs, while Mengmeng trotted along behind them.

"Mengmeng, wait downstairs for a while. Be good." Ziyan spoke in a somewhat stern tone.

"Mm... hmph, stinky Mommy! I don't like you anymore." Mengmeng pouted, looking thoroughly displeased.

"Come on, Auntie Fei Fei will play with you. Let's ignore those two bad people." Zhou Fei approached with a smile.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph! You're the bad one, Bad Auntie Fei Fei!"

"You! You ungrateful little thing!" Zhou Fei's face flushed with anger as she reached out and began playing around with Mengmeng.

Upstairs, Zhang Han arrived at Ziyan's bedroom.

"How exactly are you educating Mengmeng? As her father, how can you be so improper? Can't you put away that young master's temper of yours? What is this 'ants, ants' nonsense? What if she says that outside? Will Mengmeng be labeled as uncultured and poorly raised?" Ziyan frowned and said coldly.

Zhang Han looked Ziyan up and down several times, grumbling inwardly.

Why does this woman sound like she has swallowed explosives every time she talks to me?

Besides, ordinary people are ants. That's not wrong, is it?

Zhang Han's perspective was extremely lofty. Having returned from cultivation, and once having been a Tribulation Crossing powerhouse, he knew that in the eyes of cultivators, ordinary people truly were no different from ants. It wasn't meant as complete contempt; it was simply an indisputable fact!

"I naturally know how to educate Mengmeng." Zhang Han didn't want to argue with Ziyan, so he spoke in an even tone.

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