Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1010 - 990. Round Trip

Chapter 1010: 990. Round Trip

Qiaoqiao looked out the window, slowly becoming downcast again: "The handsome brother is very kind. We should have brought two more fish."

Song Tan: ...

"Just because someone has a nice face, you’re ready to side with outsiders?"

Qiaoqiao giggled foolishly: "But the brother is really so handsome! He likes me!"

Song Tan had to agree—handsome is subjective, liking Qiaoqiao is a given. But it wasn’t necessary to bring fish. They had already brought plenty of things this time. You can’t possibly give away all your belongings just because someone looks good, right?

"Am I not good-looking?" Song Tan squinted at him.

Qiaoqiao earnestly examined her and then nodded: "Good-looking—but the brother is just a tiny bit better looking."

He gestured with his pinky finger:

"Just a tiny bit."

Alright then. Blood relation filters couldn’t beat objective reality. Song Tan conceded:

"In a few days, the handsome brother will come to our house for dinner. Before he leaves, I’ll set a fishing basket in the water and give him whatever I catch. Sound good?"

She hadn’t intended to let him leave empty-handed anyway.

"Great!" Qiaoqiao wasn’t even slightly regretful and was overly enthusiastic instead: "I can also fish for him myself."

Seeing him like this, Song Tan couldn’t bear to look directly, so she changed the subject: "When we get back to the hotel later, what do you want to eat?"

Qiaoqiao, despite just having had a sausage, was still full of anticipation for a kids’ meal: "Aren’t we going to the place that gives out toys?"

Song Tan: ... If I had known earlier, I would’ve asked the driver to order one to take away while waiting in line.

But even though she said they were going back to the hotel, they couldn’t return just yet. The trunk was still piled up with so many items for the competition. Even though the low temperature made preservation easier, anyone coming to compete would want the very best selection!

According to Professor Song, other participants had their items delivered directly to the venue on refrigerated trucks on the day of the event. Not like them, shaking along in a pickup truck all day, not daring to arrive on the day itself to avoid accidents—honestly, quite half-hearted.

Sure enough, Professor Song had made arrangements with the venue’s nighttime manager. By midnight, they’d deliver the goods, and suitable cold storage would be provided.

Song Tan thought about it—who knows what time they’d be able to eat? Just in case, maybe it’d be better to ask Master Li to buy a kids’ meal directly at Golden Arches.

She was about to make the call when she heard soft knocks on the car door.

Through the blurred car window streaked with rain and snow, Qiaoqiao excitedly pressed his face against it:

"Brother!"

Song Tan froze, then quickly opened the door and got out, only to see Lun Chuan standing by the roadside. He was dressed exactly the same as before, but now holding two paper bags—one big, one small.

On his black baseball cap were large snowflakes that had just fallen. He wasn’t wearing a mask; only from the side could one see the scar stretching from his temple down past his ear.

Yet his eyes and eyebrows were gentle, and even his voice was full of kindness:

"It’s so late now, and the hotel might not have anything decent to eat. I’m alone at home, so it’s not convenient to invite you up. I happened to make some food tonight and thought I’d bring it over to tide you over."

He handed the bigger bag to Song Tan: "I noticed Qiaoqiao’s shoes are about the same size as mine, and I just happen to have a new pair of sneakers at home that are slip-resistant. He can try them on."

When someone is truly beautiful, even the act of explaining seems sincere. At this moment, Lun Chuan’s expression was exceptionally earnest: "Snow is rare in Imperial City, and his shoes aren’t slip-resistant. It’s not safe walking around."

Song Tan hesitated a moment as she accepted the bag.

She instinctively touched her phone, curious: "You didn’t say anything beforehand... What if we’d already left?"

Lun Chuan smiled: "I noticed you seemed rushed. If you had an urgent matter, me making you wait would only cause delays. Since I wasn’t working right now, it was just a short drive down to check."

What he didn’t mention was that if he were to call first and go through rounds of polite exchanges, by the time the conversation ended, they might have already left. It was better to just head down directly with the stuff.

If the car hadn’t left, all the better. If it had, there’d be no need to trouble them further.

He understood better than anyone—some people fear accepting favors the most. They’d rather go hungry than deal with strangers.

Funnily enough, despite months of texting, they were still far from familiar with each other.

Such an attentive and thoughtful person...

Song Tan was at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao had already rolled down the car window, his handsome face tilted upward, hands gripping the edge of the window, his expression brimming with joy: "Brother, you’re so kind! I’ll catch some big fish for you to eat!"

Lun Chuan couldn’t help the slight curve of his lips, the faint unfamiliarity in his expression vanishing completely, replaced by easy familiarity:

"Alright, thank you."

He handed the smaller bag to Qiaoqiao, then added: "Everything I made is from ingredients your family sent over—I was worried you wouldn’t like ordinary ones."

"Well then... I’ll head back now. Song Tan, thank you for the things you brought. I really like them."

He stepped back, watching as Song Tan got back into the car, then smiled and said: "Goodbye."

Only when Lun Chuan had driven off did Song Tan and Qiaoqiao return their attention to the paper bags—one big, one small.

"What kind of shoes did Brother give me?"

"Let’s see what food he brought."

Song Tan simply handed the big bag to Qiaoqiao in the passenger seat. Qiaoqiao thought about it and moved to the back seat:

"Sis, let’s look at the shoes together."

Song Tan: ... I’m honestly not that interested.

But Qiaoqiao eagerly opened the bag, revealing a pair of brand-new white sneakers, still with tags attached, stored in a brown box.

They were quite nice-looking, though exactly what type they were...

Embarrassingly, Song Tan only recognized the logo on them—it was from a brand their family never bought. Not because they couldn’t afford it, but because it wasn’t cost-effective in the context of farming.

She glanced at the size: 43.

"Wow!" Qiaoqiao was ecstatic: "It’s the perfect size for me! These are so beautiful—much better than what Mom gets me!"

Wu Lan always prioritized functionality: something easy to clean and maintain. The color, material, and cost of this pair clearly wouldn’t meet her standards.

Song Tan also found them rather appealing: "They’re indeed nice, and you get what you pay for—but Song Qiaoqiao, don’t you dare try them on in the car!"

Qiaoqiao reluctantly retracted his hands and argued pitifully: "My feet don’t smell..."

"Doesn’t matter!" Song Tan grabbed the smaller bag: "The car’s heater is on, and it’s a closed space. If you change your shoes here, are you still going to eat later? Come on, put the shoes aside. Let’s start with the food."

But when they opened the smaller paper bag, the siblings momentarily fell silent.