Lu Chuan’s new book didn’t happen overnight either.
He had already started preparing the outline as early as three months ago. Now that he and Yunfeng had decided on the release time, 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 takeout?"
Lu Chuan looked at him strangely: "I cook myself."
"You can do it yourself-"
Yunfeng originally thought he was joking and wanted to make a joke. However, as far as he could see, the whole room was clean, orderly and minimalist... The most important thing was not the staged appearance, but the real thing.
Really full of life.
So it’s not surprising that a grown man can clean up his house like this and can cook by himself, right?
He suddenly became a little nervous and hesitated:
"Lu Chuan..."
"Your sister-in-law and I have been together through thick and thin, and we have a deep relationship, you know?"
Lu Chuan frowned, and the small mole between his eyebrows moved. He seemed to have a premonition of something, and his face became serious: "Shake the water in your head, it's okay -"
However, Yunfeng had already blurted out——
"I heard people say that if a man is good at housework, he is either gay or gay - ahem, I mean, you are already a grown man, don't you plan to find a partner?"
The atmosphere fell into silence.
When the warm spring breeze blows, the spotted green leaves of the robust begonias in the entrance garden make a rustling sound, making the whole house look even more awkward.
Yunfeng lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Seeing him like this, Lu Chuan couldn't help but take a deep breath, steady, steady, steady——
I can't stand it anymore!
He closed his eyes and said, "Why are you so confident in yourself?"
"Go to the bathroom and look in the mirror - you washed your hair the day before yesterday, right? You didn't shave this morning, right? And your swollen, sallow face. You forgot about fatty liver last night and stayed up late playing games again.
?Look at your clothes again, your back is wrinkled, and you still smell of cigarette smoke... Yunfeng, why do you think I might have thoughts about you? "
After many years of friendship, Lu Chuan was already very good at observing details. What's more, Yunfeng had such a personality. He looked like a dog when talking about business, but in private he was a sloppy otaku.
If he hadn't been able to win over his girlfriend by playing basketball so handsomely in college, he would probably still be single right now.
Now that I have only been in the marriage siege for two years, I already want to start a big project.
Yunfeng coughed twice, and then said plausibly: "Aren't all normal men like this? It's rare that you love cleanliness so much - besides, why are you observing so carefully?"
"Look at you, you are handsome and you can make money. You are almost thirty, and you have no intention of finding a partner... Am I not worried?"
"Don't worry about it."
Lu Chuan didn't want to continue this topic anymore and casually inserted the handful of yellow and white poached egg-like wheat straw chrysanthemums he had just tied into a round, fat, blue-glazed small porcelain vase on the table.
Then he entered the kitchen and skillfully opened 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 through a lottery. 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 drinks it will not praise it! Whether you drink tea or not, you will all fall under its green leaves."
"Um."
In fact, Lu Chuan's original intention was to support the simple farm girl, but giving back to the readers was originally part of his plan.
After all, during the time when he was hospitalized and on leave, many fans thought something big had happened, so they crowdfunded, rewarded, and wrote comments, which was deeply appreciated.
Lu Chuan remembers it all.
However, as an author, his biggest way of giving back was to update Duoduo Yazi, but...
It is impossible to write more updates. Saving articles only means that his vacation is extended. Now that there is such good tea and honey, he might as well lend flowers to the Buddha and hold a lottery.
The rice was cooked, the pork belly and beef tenderloin were thawed, and the side dishes were prepared. He also acted very quickly. He just randomly sent a few red envelopes to his readers, and then made a group announcement——
[Lottery: For the lucky king of red envelopes, please contact me via private message, and gifts will be given out. Thank you all for your company over the years, and a new book will be released soon.]
Yunfeng had just happily refilled his teacup when he came back and found a special notification popping up on his phone. Sure enough, several readers groups were boiling like a pot of hot water.
He couldn't help but transformed into a trumpet and entered the water for a while. When he came back to his senses, he found that not only had the meat been thawed and cut, but the side dishes had also been neatly packed away.
"You are so efficient..."
After steeping the tea for the second time, the taste was not light but strong, and became more and more mellow. He finally couldn't help but:
"Where did you buy tea? How much does it cost per pound? I will give some to my wife's house during the Dragon Boat Festival."
Lu Chuan dug out some chubby bamboo shoots from the bamboo basket on the ground, and lightly cut open their shells with a knife. While breaking off the leaves, a hint of softness appeared on each side:
"The little girl who was saved from a car accident. She lives in a mountainous area and the tea she sells is not expensive, costing 10,000 yuan per catty."
Yunfeng's hand shook, then he quickly put the tea cup back on the table and said 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 remembered what Yun Feng had said before. His old father-in-law drank tea like water, and his thermos cup was full. He wished that 80% of it was tea leaves and he could make three or four brews a day.
A pound of tea can be drunk 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 few months.
His eyebrows slowed down, and he washed and sliced the bamboo shoots. His movements were skillful and fast, and he was obviously very skilled: "It is also your wish to send it here during the holidays."
Yunfeng was about to cry but had no tears: "You are planning to give this tea to me. Can I still hold back from drinking it when I get home? 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 that with such delicious tea, he can't help himself if he doesn't like drinking tea, let alone his old father-in-law?
Ten thousand yuan per pound!
Lu Chuan still has the nerve to say that she is a simple girl from a mountainous area! This is not the price of simplicity!
But think about the quality - wow, maybe the pricing is really simple!
Thinking about it makes me even more heartbroken!
How can you make money as an editor and as a master?
"I said, why are you so kind to invite me to dinner today? Are you trying to sell tea?"
"Chi la——"
When the cut bamboo shoots are put out of the pot, they are instantly stimulated by the high temperature and the heat of the oil to create a special fragrance.
Yunfeng's unsaid words were digested by the rapid gushing of saliva. He touched his hungry belly and asked cautiously:
"Your... stir-fried food is quite good, isn't it?"
Lu Chuan's voice came from the roar of the range hood: "Fortunately, it's mainly because others sell these simple bamboo shoots well."