Lu Chuan’s new book didn’t happen overnight.
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 thought of a few jokes. However, as far as the eye can see, the whole house is tidy, well-organized, and minimalist... The most important thing is not that it looks staged, but that it has a real sense 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 expression became serious: "Shake the water out of your head. It's okay, don't-"
However, Yunfeng had already blurted out——
"I heard people say: if a man does good housework, he is either gay or gay - cough, cough, cough, I mean, you are already a grown man, aren't you planning 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 more and 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 - did you wash your hair the day before yesterday? You didn't shave this morning, right? And your swollen and 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 has such a personality. He acts like a dog when talking about business, but in private he is a sloppy otaku.
If he hadn't been able to win a girlfriend by playing basketball in college, he would probably still be single right now.
Now that we have only been in the marriage siege for two years, we 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 about to turn 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! Tea drinkers or not, all will 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 serious 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 make more updates. Saving articles only means that his vacation is extended. Now that there are 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 handed out a few red envelopes to his readers, and then made a group announcement——
[Lottery: If you are lucky enough to win 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 tea cup when he came back and found a special notification popping up on his phone. As expected, several readers were boiling like a pot of hot water.
He couldn't help but transform into a trumpet and enter the water for a while. When I came back to my senses, I 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 became richer and more mellow. He finally couldn't help but:
"Where did you buy tea? How much does it cost per pound? I will send some to my wife's house during the Dragon Boat Festival."
Lu Chuan dug out some of Pangdudu's bamboo shoots from the bamboo basket on the ground, and lightly cut open their shells with a knife. While breaking off the leaves, he revealed a hint of softness:
"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, and 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."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Lu Chuan remembered Yunfeng's previous nagging. His old father-in-law drank tea like water, and his thermos 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? If she smells it, she will know 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 even control himself if he doesn't like tea, let alone his old father-in-law?
Ten thousand yuan per pound!
Lu Chuan still had the nerve to say that she was a simple girl from the mountainous area! This is not a simple price!
But think about the quality - wow, maybe the pricing is really simple!
Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt even more!
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——"
The cut bamboo shoots were removed from the pot, and a special fragrance was instantly stimulated by the high temperature and the heat of the oil.
Yunfeng's unsaid words were digested by the rapid gushing of saliva. He touched his hungry belly and asked cautiously:
"Your food...is pretty 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."
