Chapter 168: New Customers

Lu Chuan's new book was not achieved overnight.

As early as three months ago, he had already started preparing the outline. Now that he had set the release time with Yun Feng, he looked at his watch:

"It's almost noon, stay and have a meal together."

"Hey!" Yun Feng really felt strange: "Are we ordering takeout?"

Lu Chuan looked at him strangely: "I cook by myself."

"Can you cook by yourself—"

Yun Feng originally thought he was joking, and wanted to make fun of him. However, as far as he could see, the whole room was cleaned up cleanly, in order, minimalist home... most importantly, it was not the kind of posed look, but truly had the atmosphere of life.

So it's not strange for a big man to be able to clean his home like this and cook by himself, right?

He suddenly felt a little nervous, stuttering:

"Lu Chuan..."

"My sister-in-law and I, we have gone through thick and thin, the feelings are deep, you know?"

Lu Chuan frowned, the small mole on his eyebrows moved with it, he seemed to foresee something, his face was heavy: "Shake the water in your brain, don't—"

However, Yun Feng had already blurted out—

"I heard people say: men who do housework well are either gay or gay—cough, cough, cough, I mean, you're not young anymore, don't you plan to find a partner?"

The atmosphere fell into silence.

When the warm spring wind blew, in the entrance garden, the spotted green leaves of the robust begonia made a rustling sound, making the whole room even more awkward.

Yun Feng lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.

Lu Chuan looked at him like this, couldn't help but take a deep breath, steady, steady, steady—

Can't be steady!

He closed his eyes, life is loveless: "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, right? And your swollen, sallow face, you forgot about fatty liver last night, and stayed up late playing games again, right? Look at your clothes, the back is wrinkled into a ball, and there is a smell of smoke on your body... Yun Feng, why would you think I might have ideas about you?"

How many years of friendship, Lu Chuan is very good at observing details. Moreover, Yun Feng is this kind of personality, looking like a human being when talking about business, but a sloppy otaku in private.

If it weren't for the fact that he played basketball handsomely in college and coaxed his girlfriend, he would probably still be a single dog now.

Now that he has only been in the marriage enclosure for two years, he wants to start a big project.

Yun Feng coughed twice, and then said with reason: "Normal men are all like this, you are rare because you are so clean—besides, why do you observe so carefully?"

"Look at you, handsome, and can earn money. You're almost thirty, and you don't mean to find a partner... Am I not worried?"

"Don't bother you to worry."

Lu Chuan didn't want to continue this topic, and casually inserted the tied bunch of yellow and white strawflowers like fried eggs into a round, chubby blue-glazed small porcelain bottle on the table.

Then he entered the kitchen, skillfully unpacked a bag of transparent plastic bags of rice and washed it: "By the way, what do you think about sending this tea to readers for lucky draws later?"

Yun Feng tasted the tea again carefully: "I think you are very generous."

"Just this tea, I dare say that those who drink it will not praise it! Those who drink tea or not, will all bow down under its green leaves."

"Um."

Actually, Lu Chuan's original intention was to support the simple little country girl, but giving back to readers was originally in his plan.

After all, during his hospitalization and vacation, many fans thought something big had happened, crowdfunding, rewarding, and writing comments, the feelings were deep.

Lu Chuan remembers them all.

However, as an author, his biggest feedback method was originally to update well and code more words, but...

Updating more is impossible, the stock only represents his extended vacation, now that there is such good tea and honey, just borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and have a lucky draw.

The rice was cooked, the pork belly and beef tenderloin were thawed, the side dishes were prepared, his movements were also quite fast, he just sent a few red envelopes in his reader group, and then drafted a group announcement—

【Lucky Draw: The lucky king of the red envelope, please contact me privately, there are other gifts. Grateful for everyone's company for many years, the new book is about to be released.】

Yun Feng just happily refilled his teacup, and when he came back, he found that his phone popped up a special notification, it was indeed boiling like a pot of hot water in several reader groups.

He couldn't help but turn into a small account and enter the group to water for a while. When he came back to his senses, he found that not only the meat was thawed and cut, but even the side dishes were neatly arranged.

"Your efficiency..."

The tea was brewed for the second time, the taste was not light but strong, and it became more mellow and transparent, he finally couldn't help it:

"Where did you buy the tea? How much is it per jin? I'll send some to my wife's family during the Dragon Boat Festival."

Lu Chuan turned out a few chubby bamboo shoots from the bamboo basket on the ground, skillfully took a knife to cut open their shells, and while breaking the bamboo shoot leaves, he revealed a softness:

"The little girl I saved during the car accident. Her family is in the mountains, the tea sold by her own family, not expensive, ten thousand yuan per jin."

Yun Feng's hand shook, and then he quickly held the teacup and put it back on the table, righteously:

"What a simple little girl in the mountains, what a fair price in the mountains—but I forgot that my father-in-law prefers Anji white tea."

Lu Chuan remembered Yun Feng's previous nagging, his father-in-law drinks tea like drinking water, the thermos cup is full, wishing eight percent is tea leaves, and can change three or four bubbles a day.

A jin of tea leaves in the hands of people who don't drink tea often can be drunk from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, but in his hands...

It's about a month.

His eyebrows softened, he washed and sliced the bamboo shoots, his movements were both skilled and fast, obviously very high level: "Sending it over during festivals is also your heart."

Yun Feng was crying without tears: "You intend to give this tea to me, can I hold back from drinking it when I go back? Can my wife not smell it when I drink it? She smells it and knows I didn't buy it for her father, do I still want my pocket money next month?"

The key is such delicious tea, he doesn't like drinking tea and can't hold back, let alone his father-in-law?

Ten thousand yuan per jin!

Lu Chuan still has the face to say that others are simple little girls in the mountains! This is not a simple price!

But thinking about this quality—woo, maybe it was really simple when pricing!

Thinking about it, it hurts even more!

Being an editor, where is there as much money as being a great god!

"I said why are you so kind to treat me to dinner today? Are you trying to promote tea?"

"Sizzle—"

The cut bamboo shoot strips went into the pot, and were instantly stimulated by high temperature and oil heat to emit a special fragrance.

The words Yun Feng didn't say were quickly digested by the gushing saliva, he touched his hungry stomach, and asked cautiously:

"This dish of yours... is it fried quite well?"

Lu Chuan's voice came from the roar of the range hood: "It's okay, mainly because someone else's simple bamboo shoots are promoted well." ===== CHAPTER 169 =====