Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1030 - 1010. Please come to see the flowers next time.

Chapter 1030: 1010. Please come to see the flowers next time.

Song Tan took the bag and noticed that Lun Chuan wasn’t wearing a mask. When he tilted his head slightly, the red scar extending from his temple to his ear became visible. She couldn’t help but ask:

"Those scars..."

Lun Chuan instinctively touched them, then shook his head without a trace of care: "Don’t worry, they’re all superficial. With some time, they’ll heal by themselves."

Song Tan sighed softly.

If they were really that easy to heal, he should’ve recovered by now after eating food infused with Spiritual Energy for more than half a year—given his physique.

She spoke earnestly: "I’ve never had the chance to thank you personally."

"Thank you for risking everything to save me back then."

"The food and gifts I sent you—it’s all just a small gesture, so don’t feel the need to reciprocate. Compared to what you’ve done, it’s nothing but the least I could do."

Lun Chuan was momentarily startled before chuckling: "Don’t be so formal. Besides, I didn’t exactly risk everything. I only stepped in because I judged that you could be saved."

When he smiled, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, radiating a natural charm that resembled a clear breeze under a full moon, leaving no room for worry:

"Don’t overthink it. I’m fine now, aren’t I?"

Then, he gently patted Qiaoqiao’s head: "Be good. It’s very cold outside. Hurry and get into the car—next time you’re in the Imperial City, I’ll invite you to see flowers at my house."

Qiaoqiao blinked curiously: "Why not this time?"

Lun Chuan was taken aback by her question.

After a moment, he responded: "Because it’s our first meeting. Girls shouldn’t go to enclosed spaces alone—it might not be safe."

"Qiaoqiao too."

"Next time, it’ll be different. We’ll be more familiar with each other, and I’ll make sure there’s a housekeeper aunt at home in advance."

As he spoke, his expression softened once more: "The most important thing is that the Imperial City is too cold right now. In winter, there aren’t many flowers blooming on my terrace."

"Next time you visit, there might be plenty of flowers. You can even take home the ones you like."

His words seemed to make perfect sense, and Qiaoqiao quickly accepted them. She nodded enthusiastically: "Okay, I understand now."

The next moment, his thoughts shifted to the bag in Song Tan’s hands: "We’ll be driving for several hours. Won’t it melt?"

"No," Lun Chuan said, pointing to the bag. "It’s insulated and packed with dry ice and ice blocks. It should stay frozen for at least 24 hours."

...

The car merged into the road, and looking out the window, the figure standing by the roadside gradually faded into the distance. Then, that figure picked up a few watermelons and turned to leave.

Song Tan withdrew her gaze and sighed: "They’re all men, so why is the only one we have at home that foolish cousin?"

Qiaoqiao, impatiently unzipping the insulated bag, was intrigued: "Which foolish cousin?"

Song Tan replied in exasperation: "Two!"

At that moment, Qiaoqiao pulled out a palm-sized adorable bear-shaped popsicle: "Wow!"

The popsicle was made with milky white milk, buttery yellow condensed milk, and dotted with bright red watermelon chunks. The petite treat exuded a rich milk aroma, complemented by the refreshing pops of vibrant watermelon pieces ...

"Not bad!" Song Tan’s interest was piqued: "Let me try."

Generously, Qiaoqiao handed the popsicle to her and then fished out a red flower-shaped ice pop!

Just like the popsicle, it was wrapped in white parchment paper that could be torn open for instant enjoyment.

The crisp, fresh scent of watermelon wafted through the air. Even the driver, Mr. Li, who had been silently driving, couldn’t resist glancing at the rear-view mirror. With the warm air inside blowing steadily, the dry and stifling atmosphere made the watermelon ice pop seem even more alluring than the popsicle!

Qiaoqiao couldn’t help herself; she was ready to dig in!

But there was still more inside.

Song Tan’s curiosity was thoroughly aroused. Leaning over, she peeked into the insulated bag and saw dry ice packs, crushed ice, neatly arranged watermelon ice pops, popsicles, and even boxes filled with frozen watermelon balls.

It wasn’t hard to imagine—on a winter day, with the fire crackling, bright red frozen watermelon balls dropped into glasses of water, paired with small garnishes ... How refreshing and vibrant that would look!

Qiaoqiao was stunned.

After a while, she mused aloud: "Why doesn’t Seventh Uncle teach me these things?"

Song Tan thought to herself, after decades of hosting banquets, he obviously knows how to display food beautifully. But crafting such intricate treats ...

Probably Seventh Uncle thinks it’s unnecessary, considering he’s constantly feeding pigs.

Still, there’s no denying—when food is elaborately prepared, the mood for eating feels completely different!

As she reflected, Song Tan reached for a tissue, pinched two frozen watermelon balls, and offered them to Mr. Li:

"Mr. Li, try this."

"You’re not supposed to eat while driving, but these can be popped into your mouth. After the last couple of busy days, you deserve a treat!"

Though Mr. Li wanted to decline, the bright red watermelon balls were so close, and the warm car quickly drew out faint damp stains on the tissue paper holding them.

His internal struggle didn’t last long—he couldn’t resist. He chuckled as he accepted: "Alright, alright, I’ll take advantage of your generosity!"

With that, he popped the watermelon ball into his mouth—

"Ah!"

The icy sensation was like gulping down cold beer on a winter’s day—both invigorating and intoxicating. As the watermelon ball partially melted, its sweet, refreshing aroma filled his senses. Mr. Li sealed his lips tight and savored the moment.

At that instant, he thought of nothing else—

Buy watermelon!!!

The best watermelon!!!

With excitement, Mr. Li relished the last of the watermelon ball as it melted, leaving only the tender fruit pulp behind. He chewed it slowly, quietly revising his shopping budget upwards.

"This watermelon..."

"The watermelon isn’t for sale," Qiaoqiao interrupted while crunching her ice pop loudly. She didn’t feel cold at all; instead, this way of eating was far more fun than eating fresh watermelon. Hearing Mr. Li speak, she instinctively responded.

Mr. Li eagerly said: "I don’t want much! Just two or three would be enough!"

Song Tan sighed lightly: "Mr. Li, winter prices are 60 yuan per catty for our watermelons—they’re not worth it. Why don’t you wait until next summer to buy some?"

She smiled warmly: "Summer is the watermelon season. They’ll be plentiful and only 20 yuan per catty."

Talking about the price made Mr. Li pause in silence. Despite adjusting his budget, at 60 yuan per catty, 3,000 yuan wouldn’t buy much at all.

What kind of family can shrug off a 40 yuan price difference so easily?

With a quiet sigh for practicality, he relented: "Alright, I’ll wait till summer to buy them."

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao was imagining excitedly: "Sis, could we have Brother stay at our house when he comes for the hog feast?"

"Sure," Song Tan replied offhandedly. "The rooms you helped Mom clean a few days ago were prepared for your handsome brother and his friends and family."

After all, if Lun Chuan were to visit, it wouldn’t do to arrange lodging in the workers’ dormitory.