Song Tan Jishi

Lu Chuan's new book did not happen overnight.

As early as three months ago, he had already started to prepare the outline, and now that he had set a release time with Yunfeng, he looked at his watch:

"It's almost noon, let's stay and have a meal together."

"Hey!" Yunfeng was really surprised: "Shall we order takeaway?"

Lu Chuan gave him a strange look: "I cook by myself."

"You can do it yourself-"

Yunfeng thought he was joking at first, and wanted to make a few jokes along the way. However, as far as the eye can see, the whole house has been cleaned up, well-organized, minimalist home furnishing... The most important thing is not the kind of posing, but the real breath of life.

So it's not surprising that a big man can clean up his house like this, and he can cook by himself, right?

He was suddenly a little nervous, and hesitated:

"Lu Chuan..."

"Your sister-in-law and I have come together through thick and thin, and we have a deep relationship, do you understand?"

Lu Chuan frowned, and the mole on the center of his eyebrows also moved. He seemed to have a premonition, and his face was heavy: "Shake the water in your mind, it's okay—"

However, Yunfeng has already blurted out——

"I've heard people say: A man who does housework well is either gay or gay—cough cough cough, I mean, you're old enough, don't you plan to find a partner?"

The atmosphere fell into silence.

As soon as the warm spring breeze blows, the speckled green leaves of the robust begonias rustle at the entrance garden, making the whole house even more embarrassing.

Yunfeng lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Seeing him like this, Lu Chuan couldn't help but take a deep breath, hold on, hold on, hold on——

I can't stand it 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? You didn't shave this morning, did you? And your swollen, sallow face, you forgot about the fatty liver last night and stayed up late playing games again ? You look at your clothes again, your back is wrinkled, and you still smell of cigarettes... Yunfeng, why do you think I might have thoughts about you?"

After many years of friendship, Lu Chuan is very good at observing details. What's more, Yunfeng has such a personality. He looks like a dog when talking about business, but he is a sloppy homeboy in private.

If he hadn't been able to coax a girlfriend by being a good basketball player in college, he would still be single now.

Now that he has only been in the marriage siege for two years, he wants to start a big construction project.

Yunfeng coughed dryly, and then he said plausibly: "Aren't normal men like this, but it's rare for you to be so clean—and besides, why are you observing so carefully?"

"Look at you, you are handsome and can earn money. You will be thirty soon, and you have no intention of looking for a partner... Am I worried?"

"Don't worry about it."

Lu Chuan didn't want to continue this topic anymore, so he casually inserted the handful of straw chrysanthemums that had just been tied up like yellow and white poached eggs into a small round, chubby blue-glazed porcelain bottle on the table.

Then he went into the kitchen, skillfully unpacked a bag of rice in a transparent plastic bag, and washed it: "By the way, the tea I just mentioned to you will be given to readers in a lucky draw. What do you think?"

Yunfeng took another sip of tea: "I think you are very generous."

"As for this tea, I dare say that no one who drinks it is proud of it! Whether you drink tea or not, you must bow down under its green leaves."

"Um."

In fact, Lu Chuan's original intention was to support that simple farm girl, but giving back to the readers was also in his plan.

After all, during his hospital leave, many fans thought that something big happened, crowdfunded rewards and wrote comments, with deep hearts.

Lu Chuan remembered it all.

However, as an author, his biggest way of giving back was to update a lot of code words, but...

It is impossible to add more, and saving manuscripts only means that his vacation will be extended. Now that there are such good tea and honey, he might as well borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and make a lottery.

The rice was cooked, the pork belly and beef tenderloin were thawed, and the side dishes were ready. He also moved very quickly. He just sent a few red envelopes to his reader group, and then drew up a group announcement——

[Lucky draw: The lucky king of red envelopes, please contact me by private message, and other gifts will be given away. Thank you for your company for many years, and the new book will be released soon. 】

Yunfeng had just refilled his teacup happily, and when he came back, he found a special notification popped up on his mobile phone. Sure enough, it was boiling like a pot of hot water among several readers.

He couldn't help but turned into a trumpet and entered the group of water for a while. When I came back to my senses, I found that not only the meat had been thawed and cut, but even the side dishes were neatly arranged.

"You are so efficient..."

After brewing the tea for the second time, the taste was not weak but strong, and it became more mellow and thorough. He finally couldn't help it:

"Where did you buy the tea? How much is it per catty? I will send some to my wife's house during the Dragon Boat Festival."

Lu Chuan dug out a few chubby bamboo shoots from the bamboo basket on the ground, cut open their shells lightly with a knife, and revealed a softness while tearing off the leaves of the bamboo shoots:

"The little girl who was rescued in a car accident. Her home is in a mountainous area, and the tea she sells is not expensive, 10,000 yuan a catty."

Yunfeng shook his hand, then quickly put the teacup back on the table, and said righteously:

"What a simple girl in the mountain area, and the price is so fair in the mountain area—but I forgot that my father-in-law prefers to drink Anji white tea."

Lu Chuan remembered Yunfeng's previous nagging. His old father-in-law drank tea like water, and the thermos cup was full. He wished that 80% of it was tea, and he could change three or four brews a day.

A catty of tea leaves can be drunk from the beginning of the year to the end of the year with a person who does not drink tea often, but in his hands...

Just a month or so.

His eyebrows slowed down, and he washed and sliced ​​the bamboo shoots. His movements were skillful and quick, and he was obviously very good: "It's also your intention to send them over during the festival."

Yunfeng wanted to cry without tears: "You are planning to give this tea to me. Can I resist drinking it when I go back? Can my wife not smell it when I drink it? She smells it and knows that I won't buy it for her father. Do I still need my pocket money next month?"

The key is such delicious tea, even if he doesn't like tea, he can't control it, let alone his old father-in-law?

Ten thousand yuan a catty!

Lu Chuan still has the face to say that she is a simple girl from the mountains! This is not honest price!

But think about this quality - woo, maybe it was too simple when it was priced!

It hurts even more when I think about it!

As an editor, how can you make money as a master!

"I said, why are you so kind to invite me to dinner today? Are you trying to sell tea?"

"Chi la--"

After the chopped bamboo shoots were put into the pot, the high temperature and the heat of the oil instantly evoked a special fragrance.

What Yunfeng didn't say was digested by the spout of saliva. He touched his hungry stomach and asked cautiously:

"This dish of yours...is pretty good, isn't it?"

Lu Chuan's voice came from the roar of the range hood: "Fortunately, the main reason is that other people's simple bamboo shoots are sold well."