Vol 311 Chapter 1009: 1009 watermelon popsicle

Chapter 1009 1009. Watermelon Popsicles

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Eating popsicles in the winter?

Song Tan was walking to the parking lot and looked sideways at Qiao Qiao: "Do you eat watermelon popsicles?"

ˈ˜Qiaoqiao’s eyes lit up: “I also want to eat ice cream!”

Song Tan: ...that's okay. It's hard for the child. He went out to work for two or three days and didn't eat anything delicious.

“I’ll get off the bus at the Golden Arches later and buy one for you.”

Qiaoqiao paused and asked, "Buy two, and I'll treat my pretty brother to one."

Song Tan was helpless: "Okay, okay - why don't you treat me to one?"

Qiaoqiao nodded: "Okay, I'll buy it for you."

Song Tan: ...Why does something seem wrong?

Waiting until the parking lot, Master Li nodded after hearing the request: "If we want to get the ice cream to Wanheyuan, we might as well stay at the same place as last time. There is a golden arch in front of it."

By the way, he said coquettishly: "What's the name of your store? I haven't tasted anything today. I really want to buy some to try..."

Song Tan nodded and readily asked Qiao Qiao to link it. As for whether there is anything in the store... Well, it's not that they don't sell it, it's just that there's nothing they can do about it, right?

Master Li never thought that someone would waste money without making any money. He only fantasized about being extravagant this time. Should he spend 1,000 yuan or 2,000 yuan? I feel great every time I drive the car.

It was not yet three o'clock in the afternoon. It was rare that there was no traffic in the imperial capital. It was only four o'clock when we arrived at Wanhe Garden smoothly.

The car stopped at the Golden Arches. Qiao Qiao happily opened the door and went to buy ice cream. Song Tan waited patiently for a while and saw him coming back holding two small cones.

…two? !

Her eyes widened, and she heard Qiaoqiao urging: "Uncle, hurry up! I'm afraid it will melt."

Then he said to Song Tan: "Sister, two cones will be discounted! One is six yuan, two are nine yuan, three is fifteen yuan, three is not cost-effective, so let's eat one!"

He thought for a while, then imitated Song Tan's usual tone: "Good boy, let's eat watermelon popsicles later."

Okay, okay, okay, okay!

Song Tan never expected that the boomerang would hit him! She didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Then why don't you give the other one to me? Your beautiful brother has already made his own popsicles, so he definitely won't eat them."

“That’s different.”

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

Then he said: "Popsicles are different from this. Sister, didn't you say that there should be mutual contact? In this case, if my brother gives me popsicles, I will also give him ice cream."

Thought for a moment, looked at the three watermelons in the back seat and added: "The watermelons are just for the ones that were broken last night, they don't count."

Song Tan instantly became sour and said faintly: "Then why don't you buy four and give one to Uncle Li?"

ˆ˜Qiaoqiao shook her head instantly: "No, no! Uncle, you can't eat while driving! It's very dangerous!"

“And if my uncle eats it without driving, my brother’s ice cream will melt.”

Song Tan looked complicated: "You have considered it very carefully."

Master Li was listening to the chat between the siblings and he was cheerful at the moment: "Yes, yes, yes, we have a rule, you can't eat while driving."

Qiao Qiao also became proud: "Teacher Xin taught me this! I have remembered it all - sister, take a bite quickly! It's going to melt."

Song Tan sighed and wanted to stop eating, but the child's eyes were still filled with anticipation. She had no choice but to quickly take a bite of the cone, and then waved her hand: "Your beautiful brother is here."

Looking out through the car window, he saw Lu Chuan standing on the roadside carrying a bag. This time he was wearing a black down jacket, a beige semi-turtle collar cashmere sweater, ordinary jeans and casual shoes. The black peaked cap was still on the top of his head, and his face was completely covered, with only a pair of thick black eyebrows and bright eyes exposed.

Long and erect, the figure alone is particularly attractive.

Qiaoqiao opened the car door: "Brother!"

Seeing him get out of the car, the ends of his eyes were slightly curved, his brows were straightened, and he was obviously smiling: "Qiao Qiao."

Qiaoqiao quickly raised her feet: "Look! Does it look good if I put it on?"

"Hmm." Lu Chuan looked at it carefully and then laughed: "It looks good. It looks like you look good."

Qiaoqiao felt proud: "I think it looks great too - here, brother, this cone is delicious. One for me and one for you."

Lu Chuan was stunned for a moment, then took the small cone that was about to melt: "Thank you for your hard work. I haven't eaten this for several years. Thank you Qiao Qiao."

After saying that, he took off his mask, lowered his head and took a bite.

The most common cones use the most basic ingredients. The taste of fresh milk and condensed milk is not offensive, but is delicate and silky.

A small cone was held by his slender fingers. At this moment, the two of them were standing together eating. Song Tan was about to move the watermelon, so he couldn't help but raise his phone when he saw it.

“Click!”

She subconsciously took a photo. Seeing Lu Chuan looking over, she quickly showed the camera: "Look, you two are quite similar - can you keep it? No, I will delete it."

Lu Chuan turned his head and looked over, and saw in the camera lens that the setting sun, which was hidden behind the tall buildings, only had a ray of light behind it, reflecting on the white snow on the branches on the street behind them, creating a hazy brilliance.

The two people’s faces are not clearly distinguishable under the backlight, but the angle is subtle, and their fingers are particularly white against the black down jacket.

Obviously in this winter, the atmosphere is obviously a bit depressing. But it happened that the two of them were holding the same cone, and Qiao Qiao was still opening her mouth to bite it, and that vivid emotion instantly filled the scene.

Lu Chuan watched it quietly for a while and slowly started to laugh: "The photo is very good, please send me a photo later."

Qiao Qiao finished the crispy shell of the cone in two or two bites, then came over and said, "Wow! My brother is taller than me!"

"Yeah." Lu Chuan nodded: "I'm 1.85 meters tall."

Qiao Qiao felt proud: "I've grown taller too! I'm 1.81 meters! So tall! Taller than Brother Wu Lei."

There is no comparison with Brother Yan Ping. He is tall and strong, probably even taller than Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan also finished eating the cone and picked up the bag from the roadside:

“Four watermelons cracked yesterday. It would be too wasteful to eat them in a hurry, so I cut the watermelons into diced pieces and made ice cream with milk. I also squeezed the juice to make some popsicles. You can take some with you to eat on the way back.”

“You shouldn’t feel cold if you eat this when the air conditioner in the car is dry.”

He said it thoughtfully, but Qiaoqiao became annoyed: "I'm sorry, brother, it's all my fault that I pinched the snowball last night and let it go."

"It doesn't matter." Lu Chuan was very free and easy: "If it hadn't been cracked, I might not have been willing to make ice cream... I tasted it, and it was delicious."

Song Tan is also very interested - their family eats it directly all summer, how can they be so leisurely and carefree as to make all these bells and whistles?

What’s more, it was appraised last night, and the Lu Chuan in front of him was clearly very skilled.

She was looking forward to it: "Okay, I'll eat it later."

Update 1.

(End of this chapter)

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