Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1008 - 988. Qiaoqiao and Lun Chuan (didn’t meet)

Chapter 1008: 988. Qiaoqiao and Lun Chuan (didn’t meet)

After this period of adjustment, Song Tan’s soul and body had now fused perfectly. Eating ordinary food still didn’t taste great, but at least it didn’t disgust her like it did when she first returned.

At this moment, she was standing by the charcoal grill sausage stall, inhaling the enticing aroma. Her eyes landed on the sausages that were continuously rotating, splitting open under the heat of the grill, and she couldn’t help but carefully pick her selection:

"I want them grilled with a bit of a char."

The stall owner, an Aunt wearing a maroon down jacket, saw this goddess-like girl dressed so simply, standing in the snow, and quickly gestured towards the store: "It’s cold outside, you can sit and wait inside... This will still take a little longer to grill."

Song Tan smiled: "It’s alright, Aunt. I’m not afraid of the cold."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Qiaoqiao was squatting by the flower bed, cupping his palms to gather the thin layer of snow that had accumulated on leaves. He would clench his hands into a fist after collecting a handful, only managing to make a reasonably solid snowball after a long while.

Until someone stopped next to him.

Qiaoqiao looked up and saw a tall man wearing a baseball cap, an N95 mask, and a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck.

Taller than him, wow!

He froze for a moment, showing no trace of caution, and instead placed the snowball on the ground: "Who are you?"

Lun Chuan had already recognized him.

"Qiaoqiao, right?"

He bent down and removed his mask, revealing a face in the snowy night that shimmered like moonlight. As his gaze met Qiaoqiao’s pure eyes, his expression softened, his smile spilling from his gaze:

"I’m Lun Chuan. Your sister told me she’s at the north gate."

"Ah, Brother Lun Chuan! So this is what you look like! You’re really handsome!" Qiaoqiao dropped the snowball and stood up. Then, as if to confirm, he glanced at Lun Chuan’s face again and emphasized:

"Brother, you’re really handsome."

Lun Chuan chuckled. Looking at Qiaoqiao like this, no one could remain unmoved—and he was no exception.

Even his tone became notably gentle: "You’re good-looking too."

Qiaoqiao beamed, then opened the car door: "My sister told me that all this stuff is for you... Brother, how do you plan on carrying it?"

Lun Chuan gestured toward the nearby vehicle: "I saw your sister’s message saying one person couldn’t carry everything, so I drove here—Qiaoqiao, thank you."

For a moment, Qiaoqiao felt a bit guilty.

Sigh, although he wished his sister would only like him and she’d promised as much, Lun Chuan was really good-looking, better-looking than anyone else, so maybe liking him a little wouldn’t be too bad...

If Brother realized his sister liked only him, would he feel sad?

And also...

He lowered his head and picked up a box of cucumbers: "I’m sorry, Brother. I was too hungry just now, so I took a cucumber from it and ate it."

Lun Chuan couldn’t help but laugh—meeting in person, Qiaoqiao had an even purer innocence compared to in videos. Besides, the cardboard boxes weren’t sealed, nor were the cucumbers individually packaged, so eating one really wasn’t a big deal to mention.

He simply lowered his head and took the box: "It’s fine. Qiaoqiao gave me so much, I’m really happy—Are you still hungry? What do you feel like eating? I’ll take you to get something."

After a brief pause, sensing something amiss, he quickly added: "Where’s your sister?"

Qiaoqiao blinked, suddenly remembering: "Oh, my sister was hungry! She went to buy grilled sausages! Brother, you’ll get to meet her in just a moment."

Lun Chuan paused.

He glanced at the box in his hands, unable to fathom why, despite having so much good food at home, someone would still crave grilled sausages.

Yet people have all kinds of tastes, so he said nothing. Cradling the box, he replied, "Then I’ll wait for her here."

Qiaoqiao was already hauling out some eggs: "The driver Uncle went to the bathroom. I promised my sister these things would all be carried to you, so I’m helping to carry them now!"

The thin snow on the ground had been repeatedly trampled, gradually turning into crystalline water. Each step made a soft "pa-pa" sound and caused slight slipping.

Lun Chuan glanced at Qiaoqiao’s ordinary sneakers, then at his snow-chilled red fingertips and wind-bitten crimson cheeks, and promptly stretched out his hand:

"Let me carry it—you’ve already worked hard bringing these things here. Since these are gifts for me, I’ll carry them myself, alright?"

Qiaoqiao shook his head: "No way, no way!"

He had his own little reasons—he hadn’t been entirely well-behaved along the way, playing in the snow after getting out of the car, and had come out without wearing a hat, scarf, or gloves...

Now that there was work to do, he had to make a good effort and behave!

"Brother! I picked out a box of watermelons for you—six of them!"

He bent down and produced another cardboard box.

The greenhouse watermelons were a small variety, each weighing at most five or six pounds. The box was specially chosen to fit six watermelons perfectly.

Lun Chuan reluctantly turned to the side: "Be careful, the ground’s slippery—"

Before he could finish speaking, Qiaoqiao’s foot slipped, and he suddenly lurched forward!

Qiaoqiao instinctively released his grip.

"Bang!"

The box fell heavily to the ground, and Lun Chuan imagined he could hear a distinct "crack"—the sound of ripe watermelons splitting open.

Qiaoqiao stood there, looking bewildered, as if on the verge of tears: "The watermelons... broke..."

Lun Chuan, initially alarmed, quickly crouched down: "It’s alright, they’re still edible!"

But as he opened the box, he froze.

Six watermelons were inside, but two had begun to seep pale red juice. The one in the corner—probably the ripest—was already completely shattered.

Qiaoqiao’s eyes immediately reddened: "Brother, I’m sorry..."

He tried to reach out, attempting to piece the shattered melon back together, but hesitated. Lun Chuan quickly crouched further and folded his scarf over his knees:

"It’s fine. Watermelons are delicious, and I was planning to eat them tonight anyway."

"I’ve seen livestreams where summer watermelons often burst open in the fields, right? So let’s pretend this happened in the field—the good thing is they’re still inside the box, not muddy or dirty."

"Here," he spoke in a voice both low and soothing, yet also steady and reassuring, as if everything truly was exactly as he described:

"Let’s gather the watermelon pieces onto the scarf. Once we bundle them up tightly, I can carry them back and eat them right away, without them getting dirty."

Qiaoqiao looked at his pristine white cashmere scarf—it certainly seemed clean.

Moreover, gathering the watermelon pieces into their original shape and wrapping them tightly did indeed seem like it wouldn’t affect their edibility.

Qiaoqiao lifted his head, his expression full of hope, his nose red and his eyes rimmed with redness: "Really? Is that okay?"

Lun Chuan nodded resolutely: "It’s absolutely fine—and by the way, the watermelons breaking isn’t your fault. It’s because your shoes aren’t slip-resistant. Look, my shoes have better traction than yours."

"So wipe your hands, stand here, and wait for me—I’ll take care of the rest, alright?"

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