Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

There was a violent storm here at the Yu family, but no matter how violent the storm was, it could not affect the quiet days of Zhao Xuan and Yu Ruoting.

After waking up in the morning, when Yu Ruoting got up, the place next to her was already empty. There was a faint movement outside, a smell like the smell of cooking noodles, and the sound of music, which was very quiet.

It's just that as a dark sentinel, Yu Ruoting has excellent five senses and even more sensitive ears. Even on the first floor, even if the sound is not loud, it can still reach his ears clearly.

Yu Ruoting was woken up by the sound, but he didn't have any energy to get up. Compared with the past when he got up on time for training, he got up late today.

He turned on the optical brain, and the time displayed on the optical brain was already 08:30. He had been training in the training room for an hour at this time.

He got up, put on his shoes, and went downstairs. Before he reached the first floor, he heard the sound of music getting clearer and clearer. The music played was somewhat similar to that of Zhao Xuan, with a gentle style.

Yu Ruoting usually doesn't listen to music very much and doesn't have any favorite songs, but he suddenly felt that the songs Zhao Xuan listened to were quite good.

He walked to the door of the kitchen, stood at the door and watched quietly as the noodles were cooked and served in bowls. Zhao Xuan was dressed all in clothes. The sleeves of his white shirt were folded up, revealing his strong arms.

The two bowls of noodles were cooked like this. This scene looked quite pleasing to the eye, and those who didn't know better thought he was painting.

Every move makes people feel very elegant, so elegant that people want to look at it more.

Yu Ruoting had never cooked for himself, nor had he stopped to pay attention to what was going on around him at home. Therefore, he did not know that watching others cook was a kind of enjoyment.

Zhao Xuan filled the two bowls of noodles and turned off the heat. After turning off the heat, he was about to take the noodles out when he felt someone standing behind him out of the corner of his eye.

He quickly looked back and saw Yu Ruoting standing at the door of the kitchen and the corridor leading to the hall, his expression blank, as if he was in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Xuan asked with a low smile.

His voice brought Yu Ruoting's thoughts back to reality, and Yu Ruoting's always cold eyes now revealed a hint of confusion.

Zhao Xuan found Yu Ruoting's temperament really interesting. He should have the temperament of a lone wolf, but he would always reveal a bit of childlike innocence and confusion because of some words and things.

"It's nothing." Yu Ruoting himself couldn't tell what he was thinking before. If he really wanted to talk about it, he was actually attracted by Zhao Xuan's noodles.

It's still a bit hard to say this.

Besides, he couldn't say it.

"Did you brush your teeth?" Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhao Xuan didn't force it, so he smiled and changed the subject.

Yu Ruoting shook his head.

"Go out here and turn left to find the bathroom. There is already a new toothbrush and cup in it." Zhao Xuan was considerate, and few people could compare to him.

Look, when I wake up in the morning, I cook noodles and prepare toothbrushes and so on.

Everything was taken care of, except that the things were handed directly to him.

Yu Ruoting glanced at the two bowls of noodles that Zhao Xuan brought out, took a step slowly, and followed him slowly out of the kitchen.

He found the bathroom, and there was a complete set of new toiletries on the sink. It was really careless.

After Yu Ruoting brushed his teeth, when he went out again, Zhao Xuan hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, as if he was waiting for him.

Just while waiting for him, my hands were not idle, I turned on the optical brain and played games.

"This is called Yangchun Noodles. You can try it." Zhao Xuan said without any politeness that what he cooked was not delicious. After all, he had lived through so many worlds and he was still very confident in his cooking skills.

Yu Ruoting usually eats whatever he has at home and rarely asks the name of the food. This is the first time he has heard the name Yangchun Noodles.

He sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite. It tasted good. The flavor of the chives was just right, not too greasy or too bland. Every noodle was clear and not stuck together.

The noodle soup is crystal clear.

"How does it taste?" Zhao Xuan was confident in himself, but still asked.

"It's pretty good." Yu Ruoting told frankly.

He lowered his head and took a few bites, then asked something as if he had accidentally asked.

"Why is it called Yangchun Noodles?"

Zhao Xuan chuckled, "Very few people who eat noodles would ask why the noodles are called this."

Yu Ruoting thought he had stumped Zhao Xuan, but he couldn't tell.

“The origin of Yangchun Noodles goes back a long time and is passed down from history.”

Most people in the interstellar era pay more attention to personal physical fitness and genetic strength, and few people care about the study of history.

Moreover, the history passed down from each era will be more or less intermittent. The interstellar era, an extremely powerful era, has been replaced by the old-school history that few people deliberately remember.

There are also some interruptions in the inheritance of history books. Before the advent of the interstellar era, human beings experienced catastrophes and awakened sentinels and guides. At first, no one knew that sentinels would be mentally agitated, let alone that severe cases would die.

In the panic of the past ten years, they were groping to absorb new things and knowledge, but they forgot that the thousands of years of Chinese history had already ruined many key points in that catastrophe.

After all, Zhao Xuan had lived for many more years, so he still had an impression of these things, so he opened his mouth to talk about it.

"According to legend, Qianlong visited Huai'an during his southern tour in March of Yangchun. He ate two bowls of root noodles at a noodle stall and found them very delicious. However, he learned that this noodle had no name because it was March of Yangchun, so he named it “Yangchun noodles. "

"Qianlong?" There is a lot of learning in Yu Ruoting's daily life, but it has nothing to do with it. Yu's father feels that history is the most useless.

Zhao Xuan chuckled, "He is just an emperor in history. If you like it, you can search about him on the optical computer in the future."

Yu Ruoting said nothing, he continued to eat noodles with his head down.

The question he asked was not because he was curious about Qianlong. He was trying to measure the difference between what he and Zhao Xuan knew.

After eating the noodles, Zhao Xuan asked, "When will you go back to work?"

Yu Ruoting thought for a while and said, "Wang Tong sent me a message yesterday. I have no mission to go out for the time being. I can recuperate at home for the time being."

Zhao Xuan hummed thoughtfully, "Then when are you going to register with me?"

The key is that the two of them have done what they should and shouldn't do now, and the in-depth integration has been completed. This registration will be done sooner or later, so it's better to complete it early.

Yu Ruoting put down his chopsticks and said, "I can do it anytime."

Zhao Xuan nodded, "Then change your clothes and go out now. The registration department should be at work."

Yu Ruoting was stunned for a moment by Zhao Xuan's willingness to do whatever he said, but naturally he would not change his mind about what he had said and nodded.

"I have already picked up the clothes for you before and put them on the sofa. You can see them when you go up."

Zhao Xuan added, "If you don't like it, just go and look for it in the closet. You can choose whatever you want."