Song Tan Jishi

  Lu Chuan's new book was not achieved overnight.

   As early as three months ago, he had already started to prepare the outline, and now he has set a release time with Yunfeng, so 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 is tidy and tidy, with a minimalist home... 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?

  He was a little nervous suddenly, he hesitated:

   "Lu Chuan..."

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

  Lu Chuan frowned, and the mole on the center of his brow moved accordingly. He seemed to have a premonition of something, 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 **** or gay—cough cough cough, I mean, you're old enough, don't you plan to find a partner?"

  The atmosphere fell into silence.

  While the warm spring breeze blows, the speckled green leaves of the robust begonias in the garden at the entrance make a rattling sound, making the whole house even more embarrassing.

  Yunfeng lowered his head, not daring to speak.

  Looking at 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? Didn't you shave this morning? And your swollen, sallow face. You forgot about the fatty liver last night and stayed up late playing games again, right? 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?"

  How 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 it weren't for the handsome basketball player in college who coaxed his girlfriend, he would still be single now.

   Now that I have only been in the marriage siege for two years, I want to start a big project.

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

   "Look at you, you are handsome and can earn money. You will be thirty soon, and you don't have any intention of finding 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 **** like yellow and white poached eggs into a round, chubby blue-glazed small porcelain bottle on the table.

   Then he went into the kitchen, 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 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 boastful! Whether you drink tea or not, you must bow down under its green leaves."

"Um."

  Actually, Lu Chuan’s original intention was to support that simple peasant girl, but giving back to 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.

  But as an author, his biggest way of giving back was to update Duoduo’s code words, but…

   It is impossible to make more, and saving manuscripts only means that his vacation is 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 only sent a few red envelopes to his reader group, and then drew up a group announcement—

  【Lucky Draw: Red Envelope Lucky King, 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, and it turned out that several readers were boiling like a pot of hot water.

  He couldn't help but turned into a trumpet and entered the 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 soaking 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 nagging before. His old father-in-law drank tea like water, and the thermos cup was full.

   A catty of tea leaves can be drunk from the beginning of the year to the end of the year with someone who doesn’t drink tea often, but in his hands...

   It will only be a month.

  His eyebrows slowed down, and he washed and sliced ​​the bamboo shoots. His movements were skillful and fast, and he was obviously very professional: "It is also your heart to send them over during the holidays."

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 a mountainous area! This is not honest price!

  But think about the quality—wow, maybe it was too simple when pricing it!

  It hurts even more when I think about it!

  Being 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—"

  The chopped bamboo shoots were put into the pot, and the high temperature and oil heat instantly stimulated a special fragrance.

  Yunfeng's unspoken words were digested by the rapid gush 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 sell well."