Chapter 2330 - 1937: Let’s Buy a Ring

Chapter 2330: Chapter 1937: Let’s Buy a Ring

Song Tan’s life in the Imperial City is surprisingly quite adaptable.

She herself is somewhat amazed and ultimately attributes it to breakthroughs in cultivation, no longer feeling the rejection of the surrounding environment like when she first returned, when her body, purified by spiritual energy, would be especially reactive.

Looking at Lun Chuan, he is installing a drip irrigation system on the terrace.

"Why didn’t you call me?" Song Tan watched for a while and realized it’s not difficult; just cut the pipe at the right spot, insert the connector, and then insert the sprinkler.

It’s all about effort; no special techniques required.

Lun Chuan thought for a moment: "You go install the simple pressure booster. The flower stands here are at varying heights, without a booster, the upper nozzles have trouble releasing water."

He added, "It’s very simple; I’m wearing gloves."

As his words fell, Song Tan had already flipped through the manual, took a quick look, and without a word, unscrewed the hose—

"Hiss!"

Water instantly gushed out.

Song Tan: "..."

Then she nonchalantly shut the water valve, only then saying, "Why bother setting up sprinklers? I’m free anyway, watering now and then."

Lun Chuan laughed: "So many pots, and it’s hot now. If you water every morning and night without spending thirty to forty minutes, it won’t be thoroughly watered, soon you’ll grow impatient."

After all, the peat composition is quite high, while breathable and light, it doesn’t retain water well, drying out quickly.

Moreover, once dry, it takes time to thoroughly water again, or the water will flow through gaps in the hardened soil.

Anyone who’s gardened knows, watering flowers for extended periods daily is rather dull and boring.

At least he can burn Ai Cao on this terrace to repel mosquitoes. Without a mosquito-repellent courtyard, watering flowers in summer would truly be torturous.

All this, Lun Chuan has experienced before.

Therefore, when coming back last night and seeing the booster had arrived, he planned to install it.

Busy hands watching Song Tan focused on the booster, he asked, "No place to wander here, feeling bored?"

Song Tan contemplated briefly.

Lun Chuan’s motions paused.

Then she said, "But I just woke up! Not planning on wandering—if you’re bored, why not later we go to a pet store and get a leash for Datian?"

It’s not just she who roams the fields and mountains.

Every time roaming, seven or eight times out of ten, Lun Chuan accompanies her.

Lun Chuan hesitated, chuckling: "Alright."

Added, "How about beef noodle soup for breakfast? I marinated beef last night, why don’t you give it a try later."

Song Tan glanced at him, then craned her neck towards the kitchen.

"When we go back, let’s get a certificate, I’ll apply for a homestead after splitting from the household, and build a new house."

Given the village topography, there haven’t been young applicants for homesteads in years, applying for a plot is more than sufficient.

Lun Chuan froze.

Society evolves so fast, legal clauses struggle to keep up with modern family dynamics, often seeing Song Tan scoff at specific video content online.

He believed Tantan would never agree to marriage.

Now, she proposes so casually, making him feel bewildered and disoriented.

Moreover...

"Why suddenly want a new house? Is there any inconvenience at home?"

"No, everything’s fine."

Song Tan shook her head, turning to him: "But you had a good night’s sleep! At home, you feel so comfortable and at ease."

The house atop the lodge and this place aren’t much different, both have private kitchens with brand new utensils.

Whenever Song Tan visits, Lun Chuan prepares food, including but not limited to desserts, hotpot, various popular Western dishes online.

But...

Song Tan simply sets the booster down, crouching before him, then speaks:

"Though they’re similar, I feel you’re more at ease at home."

Lun Chuan chuckled: "It’s just I’ve lived in this house longer. Plus, the recent traveling likely makes one tired, sleeping well is rather normal, isn’t it?"

Song Tan waggled her index finger: "It’s different."

She knows, it’s different.

Just like she always longed for home, Lun Chuan had places he felt more at ease.

So!

She pulls out her phone: "I’ll inquire with Secretary Xiaozu about the homestead application."

Lun Chuan opened his mouth, staring at the hose, felt like their solo days just began. It felt like a significant change—

"You just mentioned marriage?"

"Mm." Song Tan nodded, answering: "To apply for a homestead after splitting households, marriage is necessary; otherwise, it’s tough to apply, local station wouldn’t approve."

Good reasoning.

Lun Chuan couldn’t help but fall silent.

For quite a while, he set tools aside, took off the gloves, and silently entered the room.

Ten minutes later, he emerged with damp hair, changed into fresh clothes, called out to Song Tan:

"Let’s go select rings first."

Song Tan, having just communicated with Secretary Xiaozu, looked up: "Huh? Weren’t we having beef noodle soup?"

Lun Chuan: "..."

Forget it.

Let’s eat the beef noodle soup first. It’s still early; malls, specialty stores, floral shops aren’t open yet.

He returned to change and headed into the kitchen to open the marinade pot.

Song Tan stood on the balcony, dazed for a moment, then supported the wall, laughing aloud.

Hm, silly little Lun, so rare!

Rings are unimportant, but since he yearns for ceremony, let’s select them. Still, seeing the small villa Lun Chuan moved to the living room, Datian lay there, motionless.

Going to the pet store for a leash is still urgent.

The marinade isn’t typical beef shank, but rather fatty rib, now stewed until extremely tender.

Sampled in homemade noodles, some bright broth, along with half a tea egg, some greens, the taste accompanied by its aesthetic, ready for snapshot any time.

Lun Chuan eats without savoring, rare to keep scrolling his phone, occasionally setting aside chopsticks, sending messages nonstop, eager for perfection.

Song Tan doesn’t care—people sometimes need emphasis on formality, this thought naturally should be spent.

After sipping broth, she merely thinks, indeed good dishes require harmony of color, aroma, and taste!

Seventh Uncle, you’re getting older, rougher! (Definitely not the family’s dozens of piggy dining impacts his performance)

All in all, Song Tan found the meal particularly satisfying.

When ready to head out, she thinks for a moment, reopens the villa, grabs Datian’s scruff, hoisting it out.

"Qiaoqiao’s absent, this craft from Qiaoqiao’s room today reluctantly witnesses!"

Datian: ???

What? A mere ring purchase! Why drag me, the mouse?!