Lu Chuan's new book was not completed overnight.
He had already started preparing the outline three months ago. Now that he and Yunfeng had agreed on the release date, he looked at his watch:
"It's almost noon, stay and have a meal together."
"Hey!" Yunfeng was really surprised: "Shall we order takeout?"
Lu Chuan gave him a strange look: "I'll cook for myself."
"You can do it yourself—"
Yunfeng originally thought he was joking and wanted to make a few jokes. However, as far as he could see, the whole house was clean and tidy, with minimalist furnishings... The most important thing was that it didn't look like a staged photo, but was truly filled with the atmosphere of life.
So it’s not surprising that a grown man can tidy up the house like this and cook, right
He suddenly became a little nervous and stammered:
"Lu Chuan..."
"As for your sister-in-law and I, we've been through thick and thin together, and we have a deep bond, don't you understand?"
Lu Chuan frowned, and the small mole between his eyebrows also moved. He seemed to have a premonition of something, and his face was gloomy: "Shake out the water in your brain, don't worry-"
However, Yunfeng had already blurted out—
"I heard people say that men who are good at housework are either gay or homosexual—cough cough cough, what I mean is, you are not young anymore, aren't you planning to find a partner?"
The atmosphere fell into silence.
As the warm spring breeze blew, the spotted green leaves of the thriving begonias in the entrance garden made a rustling sound, making the whole house seem even more awkward.
Yunfeng lowered his head and dared not speak.
Seeing him like this, Lu Chuan couldn't help but take a deep breath and steady himself.
It can't be stable anymore!
He closed his eyes, feeling hopeless: "Why are you so confident in yourself?"
"Go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Did you wash your hair the day before yesterday? Did you not shave this morning? And your swollen and sallow face. Did you forget about your fatty liver last night and stay up late playing games? Look at your clothes again. Your back is wrinkled and you smell like cigarettes... Yunfeng, why do you think I might have feelings for you?"
After so many years of friendship, Lu Chuan was already very good at observing details. Moreover, Yun Feng was just like that. He looked decent when talking about serious matters, but was a sloppy otaku in private.
If he hadn't won a girlfriend because of his good basketball skills in college, he would probably still be a single man now.
We have only been in marriage for two years and you're already thinking about making big moves.
Yunfeng coughed twice, then said confidently: "Aren't normal men like this? It's rare to see someone as clean as you are - besides, why are you observing so carefully?"
"Look at you, you're handsome and you can make money. You're almost 30, and you don't seem to be looking for a partner... Isn't that worrying me?"
"Don't worry about it."
Lu Chuan didn't want to continue this topic, so he casually put the bunch of yellow and white poached egg-like daisy flowers he had just tied into a chubby, blue-glazed porcelain vase on the table.
Then he went into the kitchen and skillfully opened a bag of rice in a transparent plastic bag and washed it. "By the way, I'll give this tea I just mentioned to you in a lucky draw for readers later. What do you think?"
Yunfeng took another sip of tea and said, "I think you are very generous."
"As for this tea, I dare say that everyone who has tasted it will praise it! Whether you know how to drink tea or not, everyone will bow down to its green leaves."
"Um."
In fact, Lu Chuan's original intention was to support the simple farm girl, but giving back to readers was also part of his plan.
After all, during the time when he was in the hospital on leave, many fans thought something big had happened, so they raised funds to reward him and wrote comments, expressing their deep concern.
Lu Chuan remembers it all.
However, as an author, his biggest way of giving back is to update and write more, but...
It is impossible to update more. The stored manuscripts only mean that his vacation will be extended. Now that there are such good tea and honey, he might as well offer them as a reward and hold a lucky draw.
The rice was cooked, the pork belly and beef tenderloin were thawed, and the side dishes were prepared. He moved very quickly, just sending a few red envelopes to his reader group, and then drafted a group announcement -
Lucky draw: Please contact me privately for the lucky red envelope winner, and there are other gifts to be given away. Thank you for your company over the years, and the new book will be released soon.
Yunfeng had just happily refilled his teacup with water when he came back to find a special notification popping up on his phone. It turned out that the readers' groups were as excited as a pot of hot water.
He couldn't help but change into his small account and join the group chat for a while. When he came to his senses, he found that not only the meat had been thawed and cut, but also the side dishes were neatly arranged.
"You are so efficient..."
After the second brew, the taste of the tea became stronger and more mellow. He finally couldn't help himself:
"Where did you buy the tea? How much is one pound? I want to send some to my wife's family during the Dragon Boat Festival."
Lu Chuan took out a few plump bamboo shoots from the bamboo basket on the ground, cut open their shells with a knife, and revealed a hint of tenderness as he broke the leaves:
"The little girl I saved during the car accident. Her family is from the mountainous area, and the tea they sell is not expensive, only 10,000 yuan per pound."
Yunfeng's hands trembled, and then he quickly picked up the teacup and put it back on the table, saying righteously:
"What a simple mountain girl, what a fair mountain price - but I forgot that my father-in-law prefers Anji white tea."
Lu Chuan recalled Yunfeng's previous nagging. His old father-in-law drank tea like water. His thermos was full, as if 80% of it was tea leaves, and he could change it three or four times a day.
A pound of tea leaves can be consumed from the beginning of the year to the end of the year by someone who doesn’t drink tea often, but in his hands…
Just a month or so.
He calmed down and washed and sliced the bamboo shoots. His movements were both skillful and quick, and he was obviously very skilled. "Sending it to you during festivals is also a token of your thoughtfulness."
Yunfeng wanted to cry but had no tears: "You are going to give me this tea, how can I resist drinking it when I go back? Will my wife not smell it when I drink it? If she smells it and knows that I won't buy it for her father, will I still have pocket money next month?"
The key point is that the tea is so delicious that even he himself can't help himself even though he doesn't like drinking tea, let alone his old father-in-law
Ten thousand yuan per kilogram!
Lu Chuan still has the nerve to say that she is a simple girl from the mountains! This is not the price of simplicity!
But think about the quality - wow, maybe the pricing was a bit too simple!
It hurts even more when I think about it!
Being an editor is not as profitable as being a celebrity!
"Why are you so kind to treat me to dinner today? Are you trying to sell me tea?"
“Squeak—”
The cut bamboo shoots were put into the pot, and instantly a special fragrance was stimulated by the high temperature and heat from the oil.
The words that Yunfeng didn't say were digested by the saliva that quickly flowed out. He touched his hungry stomach and asked carefully:
"Your dish... is cooked quite well?"
Lu Chuan's voice came from the roar of the range hood: "Fortunately, it's mainly because other people's simple bamboo shoots are sold well."