Chapter 2326 - 1933: Tidying Up the Terrace

Chapter 2326: Chapter 1933: Tidying Up the Terrace

The mere mention of two links was enough to make the housekeeping company drool all over.

Meanwhile, Song Tan discreetly hides any sense of achievement or fame and casually tells Lun Chuan:

"The housekeeping company asked where you bought the homemade fragrance, the dried fish, and the watermelon. I sent them the links."

Hmm?

Lun Chuan turns around, surprised, and after a pause, he starts laughing:

"Alright, go ahead and send it."

After all, it’s not deceit; it was just the housekeeping company’s bad luck to come across a time when nothing was available.

Right now, the most important thing is my daily self-reflection: what to have for breakfast? What to have for lunch? What to have for dinner?

During this time in Qin City, I’ve been eating all sorts of foreign flavors.

He pondered in the kitchen for a long time before he asked:

"How about making a simple white porridge with a casserole, stir-frying some pickles with eggs for side dishes, and kneading a few mantou buns? It’s simple food to refresh the gut, with plenty of carbs to help you sleep well."

"What do you think?"

Who cares about carbs or not, people in rural areas have endless energy every day; who actually cares about this?

Song Tan nodded nonchalantly, "You decide, I’ll eat anything anyway."

Speaking of white porridge, ever since they planned to go out, Seventh Uncle at home prepares whatever flavorful dishes he wants, and every meal is so filling it bloats the belly.

In Qin City, chefs also give it their all.

Switching to some light flavors to cleanse the palate now is indeed very satisfying!

She picked up the hoe again:

"I’ll first prepare the soil outside for you. Otherwise, come noon, I’m worried the noise might disturb the downstairs if I flip the soil then."

If you talk about planting, naturally, sowing is unbeatable.

But nowadays, with rooftop pot planting, using clay soil truly tests the pot’s breathability, and with their extensive planting, stacking up weights too much, it’s not suitable.

Thus, they finally chose lighter peat and mixed in a small portion of sand from the hometown and some clay —

Hey, wait!

Song Tan suddenly realized: "Didn’t we stuff this into the car? How did it get here? You didn’t send it by courier, did you?"

Besides, it seems they’re without a car now.

After all, coming straight from Qin City by train, their own car is still back home, with Xiaoyang’s various sauces in the trunk, and assorted bags and boxes of soil piled up in the back seat.

What remained were all sorts of hard-to-ship food items stuffed into the small gaps left.

Hmm? Lun Chuan froze for a moment:

"Did you forget? Previously, we asked someone to drive the car over. The keys are on the cabinet by the door."

Song Tan: ...

It’s understandable that she didn’t immediately react to such ordinary things, right?

No wonder the soil felt so familiar. Look, there’s a large package of earthworm compost too, must have been sponsored by Yunyun’s House.

What else is there to say?

Now, with a hoe in hand, she fiercely broke apart the packed peat soil, stirring in rice husks, clay, earthworm compost, and sand with all her might.

The neatly cleaned up rooftop instantly turned messy again.

Fortunately, with power comes miracles; Song Tan swiftly completed the task soon after and promptly resolved it.

She tossed the hoe aside and asked Lun Chuan for the toolbox to start assembling the flower stand.

Lun Chuan sighed: "There’s really no rush right now. You could familiarize yourself with the house first, otherwise you won’t know where to find things later."

"Aren’t you here?" Song Tan replied without lifting her head.

"Besides, you mentioned the wind is strong in Imperial City. If I don’t quickly pack up the soil now, it’ll get dusty everywhere when the wind blows."

That Lun Chuan certainly couldn’t stand.

Lun Chuan: ...He actually wanted to say, when they were about to leave, Wu Lan tucked Datian into the car.

Qiaoqiao left, so there’s nobody to protect him at home, and when staying there, he’s either bullied by squirrels or beaten by cats.

It’s just the perfect size and can entertain itself, so it was arranged to stay in the car.

Yesterday, the housekeeping service sent a video, carefully placing him in a luxury villa; whether he’s adjusting to it today is still unknown.

It’s a shame his owner’s sister isn’t interested in such trivial things, and she doesn’t even know about his existence.

Alright then!

Lun Chuan took a glance, seeing Datian sleeping on his back, revealing his belly, evidently not missing home, but rather enjoying himself.

He felt relieved too, seeing Song Tan had already assembled most of the flower stand, so he called out:

"Time to eat!"

"How wonderful!" Song Tan sat by the dining table, waiting for Lun Chuan to place a bowl of thick white porridge before her, happily holding up a spoon:

"Turns out having someone serve you after work is such a joy."

Lun Chuan chuckled: "Didn’t I serve you food back at home?"

"Ah, it’s different."

Back home sometimes he has to serve the whole family, and when people gather, the atmosphere is lost, replaced by noise and clamor.

Even if Song Tan lacks any aesthetic sense, she knows that serving stainless steel bowls atop the table totally differs from Lun Chuan’s thoughtful plating using beautiful dishes.

And Lun Chuan looked at her, suddenly saying:

"In that case, let’s not have the housekeeping service come every day — if you’re willing to join me daily in grocery shopping."

"Sure thing." Song Tan replied without hesitation.

There’s no extensive land here requiring oversight, nor dozens of cats and dogs needing tending, there’s plenty of time available.

Lun Chuan immediately laughed.

Although living alone is clearly nice, without denying the fact, having someone accompany you, especially someone you find increasingly likable, even shopping in the supermarket feels especially interesting.

However, let’s revisit the topic.

With all the food supplies they’ve brought and the vegetables they’re planning to grow on the rooftop, is there really anything left to buy from the supermarket?

When Song Tan posed this question, Lun Chuan quickly cautioned: "Though this is a rooftop terrace, it’s still visible to others. Our greens won’t sprout today and fully grow tomorrow, right?"

"How could they?" Song Tan felt wronged, "I’m not someone who doesn’t understand moderation! At most, we’ll plant more small cabbages; they grow fast, can be harvested in twenty days."

Perhaps even fifteen or ten days is feasible, but nowhere near being exaggerated.

Lun Chuan observed her. Online agricultural experts abound, so such thoughts aren’t too outrageous.

In their jovial conversation, each enjoyed two big bowls of white porridge.

Fragrant, bland, rice porridge with nothing added was ingested, the starchy sweetness subtly filling the palate, enveloping his stomach warmly.

Not to mention, it’s tremendously soothing for the overindulged belly these days!

Only the plan of snoozing away a carb-induced nap post-meal couldn’t be executed.

Simply because, on the rooftop, Song Tan’s unfinished task still lay there.

The duo had to divide duties once more, Song Tan kept assembling the flower stand while filling the pots with soil.

Lun Chuan, on the other hand, researched the assortment of vegetable seeds delivered by mail, categorizing them for planting.

Even with power coming to create wonders, when the rooftop was cleaned up and the plants arranged neatly, large patches of orange clouds were already rolling in from the horizon.

Standing by the wall, they looked down at the bustling streets filled with vehicles and crowds, the opulence and hustle of the big city perfectly captured beneath their feet.

As the warm evening breeze gently blew, Lun Chuan softly grasped Song Tan’s hand, whispering:

"Now it’s just the two of us living together."