Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1139 - 1115. Default

With Lun Chuan’s introduction, everyone’s attention was drawn away, to the point where even Song Tan interjected:

"You even understand clothing? You wouldn’t actually know how to make clothes, would you?" She looked at him expectantly.

Lun Chuan was puzzled by this strange expectation but still honestly replied, "I wrote a book on modern fantasy with detailed descriptions of dukes and marquises..."

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"Oh..."

Song Tan pondered, "So what about the one you’re wearing? Is it cashmere too?" To enjoy such luxury, you probably can’t stay in the countryside, right? This high-end clothing can’t withstand rough treatment.

Carrying a hoe might even wear it to pills.

But then again, does Princess Pea need to carry a hoe?

She found herself in a dilemma.

But Lun Chuan shook his head: "No, it’s just an ordinary knit sweater."

It’s just that the shirt with the barely visible white collar underneath is made of silk...

But after this incident, Lao Song’s family clearly admired Lun Chuan’s aesthetic and vision, unlike when they were picking through clothes for Wu Lan before.

At the moment, Wu Lan didn’t hold back: "Xiaochuan, pick a couple of pieces for me later. I think Tantan and the others don’t have as good an eye as you do."

Song Tan had to agree, and she lightly and familiarly patted Lun Chuan on the arm: "We’re counting on you!"

Lun Chuan looked down at his arm, thinking his mom must have said something... he needed to find out later!

...

The mall wasn’t big, and after a lap, they arrived at the boutique Lun Chuan mentioned. At first glance, it was full of basic styles on sale, fitting the brand’s expectations—

Basics for the elderly.

And even the sale basics started at 480 yuan, leaving Wu Lan stunned: "480 for a sale item? These clothes must be difficult to care for, right? Then I don’t want them!"

Lun Chuan laughed, "Some are pre-treated wool sweaters, easy to manage, don’t shrink, just might get a bit pill-y over time, just shave them off... but they’re light and warm, great for wearing at home."

In Lun Chuan’s concept of dressing, basics are basics because almost everyone wears them, and they generally don’t have major issues.

He casually picked a few styles, "These can be worn at home, as base layers or paired with other clothes."

Then he pointed further away to the regular price items: "If you want to visit relatives or wear something more upscale, choose from over there."

Song Tan looked at the clothes he picked, finding that besides a few dark ones, some were in striking colors like bright red, purple, and even eye-catching blues, making her silent for a moment.

But as Lun Chuan encouraged Wu Lan to try them on, he explained to Song Tan, "I’ve noticed that sometimes mothers might be shy to wear bright red, but when they discuss clothes, they tend to like vibrant colors more."

"And," he pointed to the down jackets at other boutiques and the cashmere coats at this shop, "outerwear gets dirty easily, and although many brand stores offer free cleaning services, it’s inconvenient in the village."

"So inner layers can be brighter, and outer layers should be more dirt-resistant in darker colors."

Song Tan thought about it and realized it made sense, feeling even more satisfied: "Great, from now on, we rely on you for picking clothes... come, pick some for my dad and Qiaoqiao too! Oh, and pick some for Aunt, I’m paying."

She spoke so generously without hesitation, Lun Chuan wanted to ask for clarification, but Qiaoqiao had already happily joined them: "Do I get something too?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Song Tan glanced at his new shoes, which she hadn’t seen before and guessed were a gift from Lun Chuan when he arrived.

Judging by the appearance, they were definitely not cheap.

At this moment, she sighed, "If you have ivory chopsticks, how can you use an ordinary wooden bowl? It’s the New Year, let’s buy them!"

Qiaoqiao didn’t quite understand the concept of ivory chopsticks and wool sweaters, but he knew he was getting new clothes, with his sister buying and his brother picking...

Wow! He felt super, super happy today!

And Lun Jing, hearing the commotion, was also very pleased: "Great, great, thank you, Tantan—don’t just stand there! Xiaochuan, pick a few pieces for Tantan! Mom will pay!"

Lun Chuan wasn’t someone to let questions linger overnight, so he took a few steps back, seemingly picking clothes, but actually asked:

"Mom, what did you say to Song Tan?"

Lun Jing was momentarily puzzled: "Didn’t say much, just the usual things everyone knows? I just emphasized it again..."

A sense of unease welled up in Lun Chuan’s heart: "What things do ’everyone’ know?"

Was he not part of "everyone"?

Lun Jing widened her eyes: "You’re pretending! Everyone was discussing you and Tantan all day yesterday. What don’t you understand? It’s about you being a match for Tantan!"

"Everyone thinks you both look good and make an excellent match!"

"Honestly..." she muttered in complaint, "Tantan agreed, and you’re still trying to act aloof..."

Lun Chuan’s mind went blank.

He looked at Song Tan, who was browsing clothes, feeling numb: "Song Tan agreed too?"

"What are you saying!" Lun Jing glanced at him, "You’re my son; how could I not make an effort? I spoke so convincingly! That’s why Tantan agreed..."

Thinking it over, as someone with experience, Lun Jing once again offered advice: "By the way, don’t always stick with me. Ask Tantan what she likes to eat, what her preferences are, and make it for her when you get the chance!"

"And, although Tantan said she doesn’t want to get married, you need to be prepared... maybe buy fewer of those expensive sweaters and spend the money on Tantan. Or save it up as a dowry..."

The more she thought, the more delighted she felt, as if a happy life was just around the corner, she spoke without much thought, leaving Lun Chuan more and more numb.

Meanwhile, Song Tan listened to the exchange between mother and son as she picked clothes, a slight smile on her lips, suddenly feeling like twisting a melon off the vine.

Whether it’s ripe or not, there’s no harm trying!

Besides, Lun Chuan’s face and physique were as impressive as his family’s!

Thinking this, she became slightly eager to give it a shot!

Seeing the other party caught off guard, she casually picked up two pieces of clothing and brought them over:

"Lun Chuan, which color do you think looks better on me?"

She was wearing a black jacket, underneath a plain long-sleeve shirt, and sported sneakers, always dressed so neatly.

Lun Chuan took a deep breath, looking at Song Tan with a smile on her face and remembering the jumbled words of whether he liked her...

He wasn’t heartless, with such a vibrant girl by his side being so caring, how could he remain unmoved?

After a brief silence, he couldn’t help but smile softly and sighed:

"Just buy both, black and white are versatile, essentials for any wardrobe."

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