Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1029 - 1009. Watermelon Ice Pop

Chapter 1029: 1009. Watermelon Ice Pop

Hiss!

Eating popsicles in the dead of winter?

Song Tan was walking toward the parking lot and turned her head to look at Qiaoqiao: "Do you want a watermelon popsicle?"

Qiaoqiao’s eyes lit up. "I also want ice cream!"

Song Tan: ...Fine, look how pitiful the kid is. Been out for two or three days and hasn’t eaten anything good.

"Alright, when we drive past Golden Arches, I’ll get off and buy you one."

But Qiaoqiao paused, then added, "Buy two, okay? I want to treat the handsome brother to one too."

Song Tan sighed. "Fine, fine, fine—why don’t you treat me to one too?"

Qiaoqiao nodded. "Okay, I’ll buy for you."

Song Tan: ...Why does something feel off about this?

When they got to the parking lot, Driver Li nodded after hearing the request. "If you’re bringing the ice cream back to Wanhe Garden, we might as well pick it up near the place we stopped at last time. There’s a Golden Arches just ahead."

He hesitated for a moment, then added, a bit sheepishly, "What’s the name of your family’s store again? I didn’t get a chance to try it today, but I really want to buy something to taste..."

Song Tan nodded and cheerfully had Qiaoqiao share the store link with him. As for whether they actually had stock... ahem, it wasn’t that they weren’t selling, they just didn’t have anything left; nothing could be done about that, right?

Driver Li didn’t dwell on the idea of people turning down money. Instead, he happily fantasized about treating himself this time—should he spend a thousand or maybe two thousand? Driving with that thought left him in a great mood.

It wasn’t even 3 PM yet, and the Imperial City, rarely unblocked by traffic, allowed them to reach Wanhe Garden smoothly before 4.

The car stopped at Golden Arches, and Qiaoqiao excitedly pushed open the car door to buy ice cream. Song Tan patiently waited for a while before spotting him returning with two small cones.

...Two?!

She widened her eyes but then heard Qiaoqiao rushing her: "Uncle, hurry up! I’m afraid they’ll melt."

He turned to Song Tan and said, "Sister, the second cone is discounted! One costs six yuan, two cost nine, but three cost fifteen! Three is not worth it, so let’s split one cone between us!"

Thinking a bit, he imitated Song Tan’s usual tone and said, "Be good, we’ll eat watermelon popsicles later."

Fine, fine, fine!

Song Tan never expected the boomerang to hit her! She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "Then why didn’t you give the second cone to me? Your handsome brother even makes his own popsicles; he probably won’t eat this stuff."

"That’s different."

Qiaoqiao extended the cone to her. "Sister, take a lick first."

Then he added, "Popsicles and this are different, you know. Didn’t you say it’s all about reciprocation? So, if Brother gives me popsicles, I give him ice cream."

Thinking on it, he glanced at the three watermelons in the backseat and added, "The watermelons are compensation for the ones broken last night—they don’t count."

Song Tan immediately felt a pang of jealousy and said wistfully, "Then why didn’t you buy four and give one to Uncle Li?"

Qiaoqiao shook his head emphatically. "No way, no way! Uncle can’t eat while driving! It’s dangerous!"

"Besides, if Uncle stops driving to eat, the ice cream for Brother will melt."

Song Tan’s expression was complicated. "You’ve thought it all out, haven’t you?"

Driver Li happily chimed in while listening to the siblings’ banter. "Exactly, exactly. We have rules—can’t eat while driving."

He pointed to the dashcam: "There’s monitoring."

Qiaoqiao puffed up with pride. "That’s what Teacher Xin taught us! I remembered it all—Sister, hurry up and take a bite! It’s melting."

Song Tan sighed and thought about refusing, but the child’s eyes were filled with such eager anticipation. She quickly took a bite of the cone, then waved her hand. "Your handsome brother is here."

Looking out through the car window, she saw Lun Chuan standing by the roadside with a bag. This time, he was dressed in a black down jacket, a beige mock neck cashmere sweater, plain jeans, and casual shoes.

He still had the black baseball cap pulled snug over his head, with his face concealed tightly. Only his thick, dark eyebrows and bright, penetrating eyes were visible.

Tall and upright, even his figure alone was captivating.

Qiaoqiao pushed open the car door. "Brother!"

When Lun Chuan saw him get out, the corners of his eyes softened, and his brow relaxed into an obvious smile. "Qiaoqiao."

Qiaoqiao immediately stood on tiptoe. "Look! Doesn’t my outfit look nice?"

"Mm." Lun Chuan studied him seriously, then chuckled. "It’s very nice—makes you look great."

Qiaoqiao beamed with pride. "I thought so too—it’s super nice! Here, Brother, this cone is really tasty. One for me, one for you."

Lun Chuan was stunned for a second, then accepted the barely melting cone. "How thoughtful. I haven’t had one of these in years. Thank you, Qiaoqiao."

Saying this, he took off his mask and bent down to take a bite.

The most basic ingredients were used for this simple cone. The combination of fresh milk and condensed milk wasn’t overwhelming but instead creamy and velvety.

Holding the small cone delicately between his long fingers, the two of them stood side by side eating. Song Tan, just about to haul watermelons, couldn’t help but grab her phone.

"Click!"

She instinctively snapped a photo. Seeing that Lun Chuan noticed, she immediately turned the screen toward him. "Look, you two actually look quite alike—can I keep this? If not, I’ll delete it."

Lun Chuan tilted his head to look. In the photo, the sunset, tucked behind towering buildings, cast only a faint ray of light that illuminated the snowy branches of the street trees behind them, creating a fuzzy brilliance.

Their faces, backlit, weren’t very clear, but the angle was perfect. The black down jacket made Lun Chuan’s fingers appear even paler in contrast.

Despite the desolation of winter, the mood was surprisingly warm—both holding identical cones, with Qiaoqiao caught mid-bite. The lively energy seemed to fill the frame.

Lun Chuan quietly observed the image for a moment before gradually smiling. "It’s a great photo. Send me a copy later."

Qiaoqiao munched down the cone’s crispy shell in a few big bites, then leaned over. "Wow! Brother, you’re taller than me!"

"Mm." Lun Chuan nodded. "I’m 1.85 meters."

Qiaoqiao puffed himself up again. "I’ve grown too! I’m 1.81! So tall, huh? Taller than Brother Wu Lei."

He couldn’t compare to Brother Yanping though—so tall and strong that he might even be taller than Lun Chuan.

Lun Chuan, having finished his cone, reached for the bag by the roadside and said:

"Four of the watermelons cracked last night. It’d be a shame to eat them as they are, so I diced them with milk to make popsicles and juiced the rest to make ice lollies. Perfect for snacking on during your drive back."

"The car’s air conditioning is dry, so eating these shouldn’t feel too cold."

His thoughtfulness was evident, but Qiaoqiao pouted in regret. "I’m sorry, Brother. It’s my fault for messing around with snowballs and leaving them haphazardly."

"It’s fine." Lun Chuan waved it off casually. "If they hadn’t cracked, I might have been reluctant to make popsicles... I tasted one—they’re quite good."

Song Tan was intrigued as well—during summer, they always ate the fruit directly. Who had the leisure to make such fancy stuff?

And she’d confirmed last night that Lun Chuan’s skills were indeed exceptional.

She replied enthusiastically, "Great, I’ll try them later."