Chapter 949: Qiaoqiao and Lu Chuan (Didn't Meet)

After this period of cultivation, Song Tan's divine sense and body have merged very perfectly. Eating these ordinary things still makes her feel bad, but it's not as nauseating as when she first came back.

At this moment, she stood by the charcoal grilled sausage stall, smelling the alluring aroma, and looking at the sausages that were constantly rotating and splitting their mouths, she couldn't help but be picky:

"I want the ones that are a bit burnt."

The boss was an aunt wearing a jujube-red down jacket. Seeing the fairy-like girl standing in the snow so simply, she hurriedly pointed to the shop: "It's cold outside, sit inside and wait... This one needs to be grilled for a while longer."

Song Tan smiled: "It's okay, Auntie, I'm not afraid of the cold."

On the other side, Qiaoqiao also squatted by the flower bed, using his palms to collect all the thin layer of snow piled up on the leaves. He collected a ball and squeezed it, and it took a long time to gather a solid snowball.

Until someone stopped beside him.

Qiaoqiao looked up and saw a tall man wearing a duck-billed cap, an N95 mask, and his neck wrapped tightly in a scarf.

He's taller than me!

He was stunned for a moment, without any vigilance, and instead placed the snowball on the ground: "Who are you?"

"Brother, you look so good."

The watermelons in the greenhouse were a small variety, each weighing seven or eight jin at most. The specially selected boxes could just fit three.

He lowered his head and picked up a box of cucumbers: "Sorry, brother, I was too hungry just now, so I took out a cucumber and ate it."

Now that I have a job, I should work hard and perform well!

Lu Chuan pointed to the car next to him: "I saw the message your sister sent saying there were too many things for one person to carry, so I drove over—Qiaoqiao, thank you."

"I'm Lu Chuan, your sister told me you were at the North Gate."

And Qiaoqiao stood there, blankly as if tears were about to fall: "Watermelon... dropped..."

Qiaoqiao shook his head: "No, no!"

And piecing the watermelon back together and wrapping it tightly doesn't seem to affect eating it.

At this moment, even his tone sounded gentle:

"You look good too."

"I'll move it—you guys worked hard to send it over, it's a gift for me, can I move it myself?"

But people's tastes are strange, and he didn't say anything, just holding the box: "Then wait for me."

Qiaoqiao felt a bit guilty for a moment.

He lowered his voice, gentle, but with a steady certainty, as if everything was exactly as he said:

He also had his own little thoughts—he hadn't been very obedient along the way, and he even got out of the car to play in the snow, and he didn't wear a hat, scarf, or gloves when he went out...

I saw that in a box of three watermelons, two had started to slowly ooze light red juice. The one in the corner, which was probably the most ripe, was even split into four or five pieces.

Lu Chuan had already recognized him.

Dong Huan looked up, full of expectation, his nose red, and his eyes red: "Really can't I?"

Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, then remembered: "Oh, sister is hungry! She went to buy grilled sausages! Brother, you'll see her in a while."

Lu Chuan couldn't help but laugh—meeting in person, Qiaoqiao is even purer and more innocent than in the video. What's more, the box wasn't even sealed, and it wasn't individually packaged, so there was no need to say he ate a cucumber.

Lu Chuan smiled, looking at Qiaoqiao like this, no one would not soften up, and neither would he.

"So, wipe your hands and wait there—can I move the rest?"

He bent down and took off his scarf, folding it on his knees in two or three strokes:

"I watch the livestream, watermelons often explode in the fields in summer, right? Since that's the case, let's pretend it exploded in the field. Look, it's still in the box and hasn't been dirtied by mud."

"Ah, Brother Lu Chuan! So that's what you look like! You look so good!" Dong Huan dropped the snowball and stood up, then looked at Lu Chuan's face again, emphasizing again:

Qiaoqiao laughed, then opened the car door: "Sister said, these are all for you... Brother, how do you want to take them?"

"It's okay, watermelons are so delicious, I was going to eat it tonight anyway."

He bent down and moved another cardboard box.

Thinking about it, he felt something was wrong, so he hurriedly added: "Where is your sister?"

Qiaoqiao moved the eggs out too: "Uncle Driver went to the bathroom, I promised my sister I would help you move these things, I'll move them!"

But opening the box, he was also a bit dumbfounded.

Qiaoqiao looked at his pure white cashmere scarf—it looked really clean.

Lu Chuan was stunned.

Qiaoqiao subconsciously let go.

Lu Chuan was startled, and hurriedly squatted down: "No, they are all fine, they can be eaten!"

Lu Chuan turned sideways helplessly: "Be careful, the road is slippery—"

Sigh, although I hope my sister only likes me, and my sister agreed. But brother is also very good-looking, better-looking than anyone else, so it's not impossible to like him a little bit...

Qiaoqiao's eyes really turned red: "Brother, I'm sorry..."

"Brother! I picked a box of watermelons for you! There are 6!"

"Bang!"

Will brother be sad if he knows sister only likes me?

And also...

"Is it Qiaoqiao?"

Lu Chuan nodded firmly: "Really can't—besides, it's not your fault that the watermelon dropped, it's because the shoes aren't non-slip. Look, my shoes are more non-slip than yours."

The thin layer of snow under his feet had been stepped on several times, and had gradually melted into crystal clear water. Stepping on it not only made a "pop" sound, but was also a bit slippery.

He looked down at the box in his hand, completely unable to imagine why there were so many delicious things at home, and why he couldn't help but eat grilled sausages?

"Pick up the watermelon and piece it together on the scarf, then tie it up later, so when I take it back, I can eat it directly, and it won't be dirty."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Qiaoqiao slip, and his whole body lunged forward!

Lu Chuan looked at Qiaoqiao's ordinary sneakers, then at his fingers frozen red by the snow and his cheeks flushed by the cold wind, and hurriedly reached out:

The box fell to the ground heavily. Lu Chuan felt as if he could hear a "crack"—that was the sound of a ripe watermelon shattering.

He just lowered his head and took the box: "It's okay, Qiaoqiao sent me so many things, I feel very happy—are you still hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll take you to eat." ===== CHAPTER 950 =====