Chapter 970: Watermelon Popsicles

Hiss!

Eating popsicles in the middle of winter?

Song Tan was walking to the parking lot, looking sideways at Qiao Qiao: "Do you want to eat watermelon popsicles?"

Qiao Qiao's eyes lit up: "I also want to eat ice cream!"

Song Tan:... That's fine, look at how bitter the child is, coming out to toss for two or three days, and didn't eat anything good.

"Wait until we walk to the Jin Gongmen and get off the car to buy you one."

And Qiao Qiao paused, then asked: "Buy two, I'll invite the beautiful brother to eat one."

Song Tan was helpless: "Fine, fine, fine—why don't you invite me to eat one?"

Qiao Qiao nodded: "Good oh, I'll buy it for you."

Song Tan:... Why does it seem like something is wrong?

Waiting until the parking lot, Master Li nodded after hearing the request: "If we want to take ice cream to Wanhe Garden, we might as well go to that place last time, there's a Jin Gongmen in the back."

By the way, he twisted and said: "What's the name of your family's store... I didn't taste anything today, I really want to buy some to try..."

Song Tan nodded, readily letting Qiao Qiao send the link. As for whether there's anything in the store... cough, this isn't that they don't sell it, it's that there isn't any, there's no way, right?

Master Li hadn't thought that someone would leave money and not earn it. He only fantasized beautifully that this time he would be extravagant, spending a thousand or 2000? He drove the car with a beautiful mood.

At this moment, it was not yet 3:00 in the afternoon. The Imperial Capital was rarely not congested. When they arrived at Wanhe Garden smoothly, the time was only 4:00.

The car stopped at the Jin Gongmen. Qiao Qiao happily pushed the car door to buy ice cream, while Song Tan waited patiently for a while, and saw him come back holding two small cones.

... Two?!

She widened her eyes, and heard Qiao Qiao urge: "Uncle, hurry up! I'm afraid it will melt."

And said to Song Tan: "Sister, two cones will be discounted! One for six yuan, two for nine yuan, three for fifteen yuan. Three isn't cost-effective, so let's eat one together!"

He thought for a moment, and learned Song Tan's usual tone: "Be good, let's eat watermelon popsicles later."

Good, good, good, good, good, good!

Song Tan never expected that the boomerang would hit her! She couldn't laugh or cry: "Then why don't you share the other one with me? Your beautiful brother makes popsicles himself, he definitely won't eat this."

"That's different."

Qiao Qiao handed the cone to her: "Sister, you lick it first."

Subsequently, he said: "Popsicles and this are different. Sister, didn't you say there should be give and take? In this way, brother gives me popsicles, and I give him ice cream."

Thought for a moment, looking at the three watermelons in the back seat, added: "The watermelon is to compensate for the one that broke last night, it doesn't count."

Song Tan instantly became sour, gloomily: "Then why don't you buy four and give one to Uncle Li?"

Qiao Qiao instantly shook his head: "No, no! Uncle can't eat while driving! Very dangerous!"

"And if Uncle doesn't drive and eats, brother's ice cream will melt."

Song Tan's expression was complex: "You consider things quite thoroughly."

Master Li listened to the siblings chatting, and at this moment also laughed happily: "Yes, yes, yes, we have regulations, we can't eat while driving."

And pointed to the recorder: "There's monitoring."

Qiao Qiao also became proud: "Teacher Xin taught it! I remembered it all—Sister, you hurry and take a bite! It's going to melt."

Song Tan sighed, wanting to say don't eat it, but the child's eyes were full of expectation. She had to hurriedly bite the cone, then waved her hand: "Your beautiful brother is here."

Looking out through the car window, she saw Lu Chuan standing on the side of the road, carrying a bag. This time he was wearing a black down jacket, a beige half-high collar cashmere sweater, plain jeans, and casual shoes.

The black duck-tongue cap was still buckled on the top of his head, and his face was also covered tightly, only revealing a pair of thick black eyebrows and bright, spirited eyes.

Tall and straight, just the figure was exceptionally moving.

Qiao Qiao pushed the car door: "Brother!"

Seeing him get out of the car, his eye corners curved slightly, his brows relaxed, clearly revealing a smile: "Qiao Qiao."

Qiao Qiao hurriedly raised his feet: "Look! Do I look good wearing them?"

"Hmm." Lu Chuan looked seriously, then laughed: "Very good-looking, makes you look very good-looking."

Qiao Qiao became proud: "I also think it's super good-looking—give, brother, this cone is delicious. One for me, one for you."

Lu Chuan was stunned, then took that small cone that was about to melt: "Thank you for your hard work, I haven't eaten this for several years, thank you Qiao Qiao."

After saying that, he took off his mask and lowered his head to take a bite.

The most ordinary cone used the most basic materials. The taste of fresh milk and condensed milk wouldn't make people feel disgusted, but instead delicate and smooth.

A small cone was held by his slender fingers. At this moment, the two stood together eating. Song Tan was just about to move the watermelon, seeing this, she couldn't help but raise her mobile phone.

"Click!"

She subconsciously took a photo. Seeing Lu Chuan look over, she hurriedly showed the lens: "Look, you two are quite alike—can I keep it? If not, I'll delete it."

Lu Chuan turned his head to look. In the lens, the sunset hidden in the high-rise buildings only surged out a ray of light from behind, reflecting on the white snow on the branches of the street trees behind the two, melting into a hazy brilliance.

The two's appearance couldn't be seen clearly against the light, but the angle was subtle, and the black down jacket set off the fingers to be exceptionally fair.

Clearly in this winter, the atmosphere was somewhat desolate. But the two were holding the same cone, Qiao Qiao was just opening his mouth to bite down, and that vivid emotion instantly filled the screen.

Lu Chuan watched quietly for a while, then slowly laughed: "Shot very well, send me one later."

Qiao Qiao bit the crispy outer shell of the cone "ka cha" in two or three bites, and then leaned over: "Wow! Brother is taller than me!"

"Hmm." Lu Chuan nodded: "I'm 1.85 meters."

Qiao Qiao became proud: "I've grown taller too! I'm 1.81 meters! So tall! Taller than Brother Wu Lei."

Can't compare with Brother Yanping, he is tall and strong, probably taller than Lu Chuan.

And Lu Chuan also finished the cone, at this moment carrying the bag from the roadside:

"Four watermelons cracked yesterday, it's too wasteful to eat them in such a rush, so I cut the watermelon into cubes and made popsicles with milk, and also squeezed juice to make some popsicles. It's just right for you to take some on the road."

"The air conditioning in the car is dry, eating this shouldn't make you feel cold."

He spoke considerately, but Qiaoqiao became annoyed: "I'm sorry, Brother, it's all my fault for rolling snowballs last night and putting them away carelessly."

"It's okay." Lu Chuan was quite carefree: "If they hadn't cracked, I might not have been willing to make ice cream... I tasted it, it's delicious."

Song Tan was also quite interested—their family ate them directly all summer long; how could they have the leisure and elegance to do all these fancy things?

What's more, it had already been appraised last night; the Lu Chuan before her clearly possessed remarkable skills.

She therefore also looked forward to it immensely: "Good, I'll eat it in a while."