I’m really immortal Chapter 57

Zhao Cunyu sent the white jasmine tea back home, and Liu Chang’an took him to Bauhinia Center in the car, then slowly walked back, watching his leisurely pace, and stopped the car to get ready to go upstairs.

“Miss Three is back,” the elevator attendant smiled and said to Zhao Cunyu.

“Thanks,” Zhao Cunyu replied, feeling a bit surprised. According to reason, Zhu Juntang was supposed to come with the Third Lady to Junsha tomorrow, and as it was the Dragon Boat Festival, she should be accompanying the Old Lady in Taiwan Island.

Even Zhu Juntang didn’t notify her, which was truly unusual. Zhao Cunyu walked into the elevator, took out his phone, thought for a moment, and didn’t bother to ask about the reason.

Zhu Juntang was not in the rooftop garden or viewing platform, but in a small guest room. That day, after Zhu Juntang was kicked into the swimming pool by Liu Chang’an, Zhao Cunyu had received him in this small guest room.

Zhu Juntang stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a teacup, her slender fingers gently grasping the teacup, the same elegant snow-white color as her skin. She was serene and refined.

As usual, Zhao Cunyu took out his phone to take a photo of Zhu Juntang, then looked at the teacup on the table. Suddenly, he remembered that Liu Chang’an had used one of the teacups to drink tea that day.

Would it be the same cup that Zhu Juntang was holding now? Was it a memento of that encounter? Zhao Cunyu felt a flutter in his heart.

Zhu Juntang held the cup, turning it around, looking at it, then placed it near her lips, her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. She slowly raised the cup, gazing at the shallow lip marks she left on the rim.

Zhao Cunyu’s heart skipped a beat. This… was this evidence? Zhao Cunyu was very clear that Zhu Juntang would never use anyone else’s used teacup. All her tableware and teacups were exclusive to her, and she wouldn’t even use the guest teacups.

Moreover, she wouldn’t put someone else’s used teacup to her lips… This was a subtle, indirect way to experience the other person’s breath, a way that only a girl deeply in love would do.

“That day, Liu Chang’an drank tea using this cup, didn’t he?” Zhu Juntang suddenly asked Zhao Cunyu.

“I don’t know… what are you doing with a used teacup?” Zhao Cunyu asked, a little disbelieving. Did Zhu Juntang really have feelings for Liu Chang’an?

“I remember that after he left, I collected the cup he used. It should be correct,” Zhu Juntang replied, looking at Zhao Cunyu with suspicion. “Did you switch it?”

Zhao Cunyu didn’t deny it, and Zhu Juntang shook her head, revealing an incomprehensible yet excited expression.

“Miss Three, why did you come back today?” Zhao Cunyu asked calmly.

“I came back because of Mayor Zhu Lang’s difficulties in the election. My mom said that if he really becomes the mayor, our family’s investments in the mainland will be finished. Many people are arguing about this, and some even think they can have their cake and eat it… the Old Lady is angry, and no one wants to see her. So I came back…” Zhu Juntang said thoughtfully, “I need to station myself here. Taiwan Island will eventually be finished, and I don’t want to be killed by hundreds of atomic bombs. Do you believe Taiwan Island will be the first place to be bombed?”

“It’s Hiroshima, and how can Taiwan Island be bombed with atomic bombs…” Zhao Cunyu marveled at Zhu Juntang’s wild imagination and continued, “What are you doing with Liu Chang’an’s used teacup?”

Zhu Juntang wouldn’t tell Zhao Cunyu, of course. The teacup Liu Chang’an used must have left saliva residue, which could be used to detect something. It was a well-known fact that saliva contains human oral epithelial cells, and the influence of saliva was significant. Many crime scenes collected evidence from cups and leftover saliva, but Zhu Juntang had taken the cup back to Taiwan Island and didn’t get any useful test results.

“I won’t tell you,” Zhu Juntang tilted her head, shaking it repeatedly. “I won’t tell you…”

After saying that, Zhu Juntang took the cup back to her room, then came out to look for a telescope, but couldn’t find one, so she asked Zhao Cunyu to buy one for her.

The last day of the holiday was the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, the year of Ding You, already in the sixth month, the fifth day of the sixth month.

Rain.

The soft, gentle rain made people feel lazy, and Liu Chang’an sat in a chair, drinking Huangjiu wine and eating zongzi, watching the rain outside.

It would be great to have some plum blossoms to eat.

He also didn’t know if the soybeans thrown away in the corner would sprout because of the rain.

“Brother Chang’an, do you want to go to the riverbank to see the tadpoles looking for their mother?” Zhou Dongdong, who was sticking to the wall, walked into Liu Chang’an’s house, bringing soy milk.

“No.”

“But the tadpoles will come out to look for their mothers when it rains,” Zhou Dongdong said, disappointed.

“Have you eaten spicy fermented soybean eggs?”

“What are those?”

“Rice field frogs.”

“How can there be frogs in the rice field?”

“There used to be many frogs in the lotus pond, croaking loudly at night, disturbing people’s sleep, and were caught to be eaten. Their meat tastes like chicken, so they were named rice field chicken.”

“You can’t eat frogs; they’re beneficial insects!” Zhou Dongdong said angrily.

“Frogs are delicious, better than dog meat, and even better than scorpion meat.”

Zhou Dongdong wasn’t just a foodie; she thought for a long time, then decided, “You can’t eat frogs, but if you’ve already prepared it, can I have a taste?”

“Yes.” Liu Chang’an nodded, holding the soy milk bag.

Zhou Dongdong and Liu Chang’an watched the rain together, drinking soy milk, and went back after finishing.

Liu Chang’an was still lying on the chair, half-closing his eyes, feeling a bit sleepy.

The leisurely and idle holiday was more comfortable than the campfire from the day before.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and if they went out, the newly oiled paper umbrella would be useful. At that time, looking at the rain outside the umbrella, he would also feel that the rain was endless and desolate, and might even wish for a girl like the willow tree, with the same clear and refreshing beauty.

But it was impossible, and what was called loneliness was probably thinking of someone and not being able to see them, except for memories, with nothing else.

Oh well, Liu Chang’an smiled, his eyes gazing through the misty rain, and suddenly sat up, then burst out laughing.

The person walking towards him was Qin Yanan.

She was holding a colorful umbrella, which was particularly eye-catching in the gray and soft weather, making people’s spirits lift. She wore a sky-blue long dress, the hem a bit wet, not fluttering in the wind, showing off her tall figure, her steps cautious and gentle, avoiding the puddles, and her long hair didn’t sway in the wind, probably because the air was too humid, suppressing its elegance.

She was carrying a thermal food box.

“My parents originally wanted to invite you to dinner, but my great-grandfather said you didn’t like social gatherings and weren’t willing to interact with too many people.” Qin Yanan still followed her great-grandfather’s instructions, “But since it’s the Dragon Boat Festival, we should eat something festive. I prepared a soup and three dishes; you can cook some rice, and we can have lunch together?”

“Fine.” Liu Chang’an nodded.

Qin Yanan had made a yellow qi chicken soup, using a young and tender chicken, not washed or cleaned, and stuffing a few yellow qi into its cavity before steaming it. The resulting broth was rich and fragrant.

The other three dishes were celery and lotus root stir-fry with Hawaiian pineapple, steamed pork loin with garlic, and crispy fried beef tendon, a combination of vegetarian and meat dishes that went well with rice.

“Did you make it?” Liu Chang’an asked, a bit suspicious, as Ye Siyin was not good at cooking, and Ye’s mind was all on the revolution, and Liu Chang’an’s cooking skills were taught by Qin Peng.

Qin Yanan nodded proudly.

“If I marry you, I’ll have a culinary expert at home, and I also want a wife who can cook,” Liu Chang’an joked.

“Little cousin, are you teasing your cousin?” Qin Yanan winked, “If you write a letter to my great-grandfather, I’ll make a meal for you every now and then.”

Liu Chang’an went to get the letter and handed it to Qin Yanan.

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