Chapter 186 186. New Clients
Lu Chuan’s new book did not happen overnight.
He had already started preparing the outline three months ago. Now that he and Yunfeng had decided on the release time, he looked at his watch:
"It's almost noon, stay here Let’s have a meal together.”
“Hey!” Yunfeng was really surprised: “Shall we order takeout?”
Lu Chuan gave him a strange look: "I cook myself."
"Can you cook it yourself-"
Yunfeng originally thought he was joking, and he just wanted to make a joke. 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 followed. He also started to move, as if he had a premonition of something, and his face was dark: "Shake the water in your head, it's okay--"
However, Yunfeng had already blurted out--
"I heard people say: If a man is good at housework, he is either gay or gay - cough, cough, cough, 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 wind blows, the spotted green leaves of the strong 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 -
Can't hold still!
He closed his eyes, hopeless: "Why are you so confident in yourself?"
"Go to the bathroom and look in the mirror - your hair was washed the day before yesterday, right? You didn't shave this morning either. Right? And your swollen and sallow face. Did you forget about fatty liver last night and stayed up late playing games again? Look at your clothes, 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 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 it weren’t for his handsome basketball playing in college that won him a girlfriend, he would probably still be single right now.
It has only been two years since I entered the marriage siege, and 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 for you to be so clean-besides, why are you observing so carefully?"
"Look at you, you look so good. He's handsome and can make money. He's almost thirty and has no intention of finding a partner... Shouldn't I worry?"
"I don't want you to worry about it anymore."
Lu Chuan doesn't want to worry about it anymore. Continuing the topic, he casually inserted the newly tied handful of yellow and white poached egg-like wheat straw chrysanthemums into a round, fat, blue-glazed small porcelain vase on the table.
Then he entered the kitchen and skillfully opened a pack 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 carefully: "I think you are very generous."
"As for this tea, I dare say that everyone who drinks it will praise it! Will you drink tea or not? Everyone will bow down under its green leaves."
"Yes." Actually, Lu Chuan's original intention was to support the simple farm girl, but giving back to the readers was also his plan. Inside.
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.
But as an author, his biggest way to give back was to update Duoduozizi, but...
It is impossible to update more, and saving the manuscript only represents him The holiday has been extended, and now that we have such good tea and honey, we might as well lend flowers to the Buddha and hold a lottery.
The rice was cooked, the pork belly and beef tenderloin were defrosted, and the side dishes were prepared. He also acted very quickly. He just handed out a few red envelopes to his readers group, and then made a group announcement——
【Lottery: Red Envelope Luck King, 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 were boiling like a pot of hot water.
He couldn't help but turn 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.
"How efficient you are..."
After steeping the tea for the second time, the taste was not light but strong, and became more mellow and thorough. He finally couldn't help it:
"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 a few chubby 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:
"Saved in a car accident." Little girl. The tea she sells in the mountainous area is not expensive, costing 10,000 yuan per catty.” Positive words:
"What a simple mountain girl, what a fair mountain price - but I forgot that my father-in-law prefers to drink Anji white tea."
Lu Chuan remembered Yunfeng's previous experience. Nagging, his old father-in-law drinks tea like water, and the thermos cup is full. He wishes that 80% of it is tea leaves, and he can change it three or four times 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...
It only lasts a few months.
His brows 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 intention to send it here during the holidays."
Yunfeng Yu Crying without 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 dad. I will do it next time Do you still need your monthly pocket money? "
The key is that with such delicious tea, he can't help himself if he doesn't like 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 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 me even more heartbroken!
Being an editor is not as profitable as being a master!
"I said, why are you so kind to invite me to dinner today? Do you want to sell tea?"
"Chi la——"
The cut bamboo shoots were put into the pot and were instantly eaten. The high temperature and oil heat stimulate a special fragrance.
Yunfeng's unsaid words were digested by the rapid gushing of saliva. He touched his hungry belly and asked cautiously:
"This dish of yours...is not fried well?" Pretty good?”
Lu Chuan's voice came from the roar of the range hood: "Fortunately, it's mainly because others sell this simple bamboo shoot well."
I can't finish it tonight, I will make up for it tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)