Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 186 - . New customer_1
Chapter 186: 186. New customer_1
Chapter 186: 186. New customer_1
Lun Chuan’s new book wasn’t an overnight success either.
He had started preparing the outline three months ago, and only now, after setting a release date with Yun Feng, did he check the time:
“It’s almost noon. Stay and have lunch with me.”
“Hey!” Yun Feng was genuinely surprised. “Are we ordering takeout?”
Lun Chuan gave him a strange look. “I’ll cook.”
“You can actually—”
Yun Feng had thought he was joking and was ready to tease him about it. However, as his gaze swept the room, he saw it was clean and tidy, orderly, minimalist home decor… What mattered most wasn’t that it looked staged, but that it genuinely had the aura of a lived-in space.
So if a guy can keep his home this tidy, is it really so strange if he can cook for himself?
He suddenly felt a bit nervous and stammered:
“Lun Chuan…”
“My sister-in-law and I, we’ve been through thick and thin together. We have a deep connection, you know?”
Lun Chuan furrowed his brow, the small mole between his eyebrows also moved as if he had a premonition, his expression darkened, “Shake your head and clear your thoughts, don’t—”
But Yun Feng had already blurted out—
“I heard people say: if a man is good at housework, either he’s gay or a ‘base’—cough cough cough, what I mean is, you’re not getting any younger. Don’t you plan on finding a partner?”
The atmosphere sank into silence.
The warm spring breeze fluttered through, rustling the spotted green leaves of the robust begonia in the entrance garden, making the whole house feel even more awkward.
Yun Feng lowered his head, not daring to speak any further.
Lun Chuan saw him like this, took a deep breath, steady, steady—
No longer steady!
He closed his eyes, in utter disdain, “Why are you so confident in yourself?”
“Go take a look in the bathroom mirror—was your hair washed the day before yesterday? Didn’t shave this morning, right? And your puffy, sallow face, you forgot about your fatty liver last night and stayed up playing games, didn’t you? Look at your clothes, all wrinkled in the back, and they smell of smoke… Yun Feng, why would you think I could possibly be interested in you?”
After so many years of friendship, Lun Chuan was always observant of the details. Not to mention Yun Feng was just like that, all prim and proper when it came to serious matters, but a slovenly homebody in private.
If he hadn’t charmed a girlfriend with his handsome basketball skills in university, he’d probably still be single.
Now, only a couple of years into married life, he’s thinking of grand construction projects.
Yun Feng cleared his throat twice, then confidently retorted, “Isn’t that normal for a guy, you being so clean is actually the rare case—besides, why are you observing so carefully?”
“Look at you, so handsome and able to make money. Approaching thirty, and yet you show no interest in finding a partner… I’m just concerned, that’s all.”
“You needn’t be.”
Lun Chuan no longer wanted to continue this topic, and casually arranged a bunch of chrysanthemum that looked like egg yolk dumplings into a round, chubby, blue-glazed porcelain vase on the table.
Then he went into the kitchen and skillfully began to wash rice from a clear plastic bag, “Oh right, about the tea I mentioned earlier, giving it away to readers as a prize draw, what do you think?”
Yun Feng took another careful sip of the tea: “I think you’re very generous.”
“With this tea, I dare say there won’t be a single person who wouldn’t praise it! Whether they drink tea, know how to appreciate it or not, they’ll all fall for its green leaves.”
“Hmm.”
Actually, Lun Chuan’s original intention was to support that simple-hearted farm girl, but giving back to the readers was also part of his plan.
After all, during the time he was hospitalized and on leave, many fans thought something serious had happened, crowdfunding donations and writing comments, their sentiments deep.
Lun Chuan remembered.
However, as an author, his primary way of giving back was to diligently update and write more words, but…
An increase in updates was out of the question; his saved drafts only meant his vacation was extended. Now, with such good tea and honey, he might as well take the chance to offer the gifts on behalf of others and set up a lottery draw.
With the rice cooking, the pork belly and beef fillet thawing, and side dishes prepared, his movements were quite swift. He casually sent out a few red packets in his readers’ chat group and then drafted a group announcement—
[Lottery: The lucky red packet winner, please private message me for an additional gift. Grateful for years of companionship, a new book is about to launch.]
Just as Yun Feng had happily refilled his teacup with water and returned, he discovered that his phone was brimming with special notifications—the reader groups were boiling like a pot of hot water.
He couldn’t resist slipping into the group with his alternate account to join in the chat for a while. When he snapped back to reality, he realized not only were the meats thawed and cut, but the side dishes were also neatly arranged.
“Your efficiency…”
The tea, steeping for the second round, was not weaker but stronger and more aromatic. He finally couldn’t help himself:
“Where did you buy this tea? How much does it cost per pound? I want to bring some to my daughter-in-law’s family for the Dragon Boat Festival.”
Lun Chuan flipped out several plump bamboo shoots from the bamboo basket on the ground and skillfully sliced open their husks with a knife. As he peeled off the leaves, he revealed a gentle smile:
“The girl saved from the car accident. Her family’s from the mountain area; they sell their own tea. It’s not expensive, just 10,000 yuan a pound.”
Yun Feng’s hand shook, then he quickly steadied his teacup back on the table, indignantly:
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“What a simple mountain girl, such a fair mountain price—but I forgot that my father-in-law prefers Anji white tea.”
Lun Chuan remembered Yun Feng’s previous complaints, how his father-in-law consumed tea as if it were water, with a thermos brimming with leaves, refilling it three or four times a day.
A pound of tea, for those who seldom drink it, can last from the beginning to the end of the year, but in his hands…
Probably just a month or so.
His eyebrows relaxed, he washed and sliced the bamboo shoots, his movements both practiced and quick, clearly skilled: “It’s the thought that counts when giving it as a festival gift.”
Yun Feng felt like crying without tears: “If you plan on giving me this tea, when I get home, how can I resist not drinking it? And if I drink it, won’t my wife smell it? If she knows I didn’t buy it for her dad, do I still want my allowance next month?”
The key point was, the tea was so tasty, even he couldn’t resist it, let alone his father-in-law.
10,000 yuan a pound!
And Lun Chuan had the nerve to call the girl from the mountains simple! That price is anything but simple!
But considering the quality—oh, perhaps they were too naive when setting the price!
That thought made it even more painful!
Being an editor earns nowhere near as much as a famous author!
“Why were you so kind to invite me over for a meal today? Are you trying to sell me tea?”
“Sizzle—”
The sliced bamboo shoots hit the pan, and instantly a unique fragrance was released by the high heat and oil.
The words Yun Feng hadn’t spoken were swallowed up by the salivating response. He touched his growling stomach and asked cautiously:
“Your cooking… it’s pretty good, huh?”
Lun Chuan’s voice came over the roar of the extractor fan: “It’s alright, mainly because of the honest promotion of these simple bamboo shoots.”
