Let's Have a Good Talk

But then Li Fan's expression turned bitter again, and he sighed:

"You know the songs I've received. Basically, there's no hope. Most of them were written by producers who are half-baked at best. I haven't found anything good this month. If this continues, the new song might have to be shelved."

Xue Qian turned to look at Li Fan and shook his head slightly, saying, "Don't rush. The cart will find its way when it reaches the mountain, and the water will naturally flow to the bridge."

"That's right, the cart will find its way when it reaches the mountain! Damn it, I'll keep looking for songs. I don't believe I can't pick out a good one!" Li Fan fiddled with his bangs, stood up, and walked towards the laptop on the table.

The workload in the afternoon was quite heavy, and Zhang Han was busy until six o'clock before he finished planting all the seeds.

Mengmeng played with Xiao Hei on the side. When she got tired, she would sit on the grass to rest, and then continue playing after resting, having a great time.

"Okay, Mengmeng, it's getting dark. We should go back." Zhang Han washed his hands in the pond nearby. Since his clothes were already dirty, he just wiped them on his clothes.

"Daddy, can we take Xiao Hei Hei home with us?" Mengmeng said with a hint of anticipation.

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

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hei immediately sat up facing Zhang Han, its big tail wagging back and forth, its long tongue hanging out, panting, with an expression that clearly said it wanted to go.

"Uh..." Zhang Han smiled slightly and shook his head, saying, "No, Mengmeng. Xiao Hei still needs to guard the house here. Look, Dad just planted so many ingredients. If they get destroyed, we'll have nothing to eat. How about we come back to play with Xiao Hei tomorrow?"

"Hmph!" Mengmeng pouted and snorted, saying, "Okay then."

"Mengmeng is so good." Zhang Han picked Mengmeng up and kissed her chubby cheek.

"Xiao Hei Hei, I, I'll come back tomorrow. I'll bring you toys tomorrow, and I'll bring you delicious food too." Mengmeng waved her little arms at Xiao Hei.

"Awooo, awooo..." Xiao Hei happily hopped a few times.

Mengmeng giggled upon seeing this.

Zhang Han carried Mengmeng to the Thunder Sun Tree and put the farming tools together. He then turned and looked around.

The rice planted in the morning had already grown nearly double in height, and the wheat planted earlier had already sprouted green shoots. The growth rate was outrageously fast.

Of course, it made sense upon closer thought. They were absorbing the nutrients from the Spirit Soil and Spirit Water. It would be strange if they grew slowly.

"It looks like it will mature in four or five days."

Zhang Han pondered for a moment. In other parts of Hong Kong, crops could be harvested three times a year, but here on New Moon Mountain, it could be described as 'weekly harvest.' Moreover, with the Spirit Soil, even if the crops matured and weren't harvested, they would remain in their perfect state.

"Dairy cows, poultry, vegetables, fruits..."

As Zhang Han was thinking about what was missing here, a flash of inspiration struck him:

"Right, goat milk too. I heard goat milk is very nutritious. Drinking it alternately with cow's milk can provide comprehensive nutrition."

Zhang Han remembered drinking goat milk a few times when he was young. Goat milk had a slightly gamey taste, like mutton, but it had its own unique flavor.

However, Zhang Han didn't know much about goat milk and didn't need to rush to get it, so he planned to take his time.

Carrying Mengmeng down the mountain, Xiao Hei stood at the edge of the jungle with a slightly lonely expression. With its big master and little master leaving, it would be alone on the mountain again.

Zhang Han's expression paused upon seeing this, and he inexplicably recalled a saying:

If you don't love, don't hurt. A person's life has many important people, but a dog's life only has a master.

Dogs are loyal subjects, even in the cultivation world.

Like the Snowy Ghost Dogs, Three-Headed Dogs, and Blazing Sun Dogs, which were as mature as Golden Core Stage cultivators, once they recognized a master, they would follow them their entire lives. In the cultivation world, there are many touching stories of war dogs dying to protect their masters.

Therefore, Zhang Han had a soft spot for dogs. Seeing Xiao Hei's appearance, he pondered for a moment and smiled, waving:

"Xiao Hei, I'll bring some little fellows to keep you company tomorrow. Go on up."

"Go, go up." Mengmeng imitatively mimicked her daddy's tone, saying, "Go back to your nest, go to sleep. I'll be here tomorrow."

"Awooo, awooo..."

Xiao Hei stood up, shook its head at Zhang Han and Mengmeng, and backed away. It walked into the jungle, but then turned around and watched the departing car until it could no longer see it before turning back towards the mountain.

Driving back to Cloud Sound Garden, they happened to meet Ziyan's car at the main entrance.

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

"Why do you look so disheveled?"

At the elevator on the first floor, Ziyan looked Zhang Han up and down and asked curiously.

"Daddy was working, all day, planting so many things." Mengmeng stretched out her little arms to answer.

"Oh my heavens! The fallen young master actually works? Aren't you usually someone who has everything done for you?" Zhou Fei couldn't help but mock.

"Bad Auntie Feifei! You're not allowed to talk about my Daddy!" Mengmeng glared with wide eyes, looking very serious.

"Tch, ungrateful little thing." Zhou Fei pouted and stopped talking, feeling helpless against this little girl who was defending her father.

At this moment, Zhang Han finally spoke, "I planted some rice and wheat."

"Oh." Ziyan nodded.

"I won't be going up today. Mengmeng, Dad will pick you up again tomorrow, okay? Dad is going to buy some small animals tonight, so they can play with you tomorrow." Zhang Han smiled and patted Mengmeng's head.

"No, no." Mengmeng's smiling face suddenly turned anxious. She wrapped her little arms around Zhang Han's neck and refused to let go.

For her, although she liked small animals, compared to Zhang Han, Zhang Han was undoubtedly more important. The little princess was very attached to Zhang Han now.

"Daddy, don't go. Mengmeng wants Daddy to stay with her, okay?" Mengmeng's voice was already filled with grievance and choked sobs.

It was estimated that if Zhang Han refused again, she would cry out loud.

"Alright, alright, your Daddy isn't going," Ziyan said, giving Mengmeng a look of exasperation. She then looked at Zhang Han and sighed, "You go up with them. I want to talk to you in a bit anyway."

Zhang Han nodded and carried Mengmeng onto the elevator.

It had to be said that children's emotions changed quickly and dissipated just as fast. When they first got on the elevator, Mengmeng was still pouting, but by the time they got off, she was beaming with joy again.

Having both her parents with her made her feel so happy.

After walking into the house, Wang Juan greeted them with a smile and brought out slippers for them. At this moment, Zhang Han gently patted Mengmeng's little arm and said, "Do you remember what Daddy told you this morning?"

"Huh?"

Mengmeng looked confused, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Ziyan, Zhou Fei, and Wang Juan beside her also looked at Mengmeng curiously, wondering what she was thinking.

"When you see Grandma Wang..." Zhang Han prompted.

"Ah, I remember now!" Mengmeng's eyes lit up. She pouted and looked at Wang Juan, saying in a childish voice, "Grandma Wang, I'm sorry. Mengmeng, Mengmeng was wrong."

"Pfft..." Ziyan couldn't help but laugh at Mengmeng's adorable appearance, asking, "Mengmeng, what did you do wrong?"

"I... I shouldn't have called Grandma Wang a wicked witch," Mengmeng said softly.

"Oh, my dear," Wang Juan said, her heart melting at Mengmeng's expression. She smiled and added, "It's okay, it's okay. I don't even remember that. Mengmeng is such a good girl."

Ziyan's expression faltered for a moment. Recalling the origin of those three words, she turned and shot a fierce glare at Zhou Fei, who was secretly chuckling.

However, Mengmeng's next words made Ziyan's expression freeze on the spot.

"Daddy, Daddy said that Mengmeng should respect people who are good to her. Anyone who isn't good to her can be cursed, and... and there's another saying... um... you ants... if you are a foot closer to me, I will... return a yard to you. If you... destroy a grain of my rice, I will... I will destroy ten thousand bushels of yours!" Mengmeng said the words haltingly as she thought.

Instantly, the room fell silent, except for the three adults, Zhang Han included, who were dumbfounded.

Wang Juan was a bit bewildered, unsure of this parenting style. Zhou Fei was stunned at first, then chuckled secretly, marveling at the powerful education Zhang Han, the fallen young master, was providing.

Ziyan, on the other hand, gradually widened her eyes, her expression filled with sharp killing intent. She looked at Zhang Han and said with a forced smile, "Zhang Han, come with me for a moment. I want to... have a good talk with you!"

"Okay," Zhang Han nodded lightly and put Mengmeng down.

"Mhm, I'm going too! I want to talk too," Zhang Han said as he followed Ziyan upstairs, with Mengmeng trotting behind them.

"Mengmeng, wait downstairs for a bit, be good," Ziyan said in a somewhat stern tone.

"Ugh... Hmph, stinky Mommy! I don't like you anymore." Mengmeng pouted, looking unhappy.

"Come here, Auntie Feifei will play with you. We won't pay attention to those two bad people," Zhou Fei said with a smile as she walked over.

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

"You! You ungrateful little thing!" Zhou Fei feigned anger and reached out to playfully tussle with Mengmeng.

Upstairs, Zhang Han entered Ziyan's bedroom.

"How are you educating Mengmeng? As a father, can't you be more serious? Can you put away your young master's temper? What is this 'ants' stuff? What if she says this outside? Will Mengmeng be labeled as ill-mannered and uneducated?" Ziyan asked coldly, frowning.

Zhang Han looked Ziyan up and down, muttering to himself.

Why does this woman act like she's eaten gunpowder every time she talks to me?

Besides, ordinary people are ants. Isn't that the truth?

Zhang Han had a high perspective. Having returned from cultivation, he was once a Tribulation Stage expert. In the eyes of cultivators, ordinary people and ants were truly no different. It wasn't about looking down on them, but a factual reality!

"I know how to educate Mengmeng. I have it under control," Zhang Han said calmly, not wanting to argue with Ziyan.