Please ask the dream.

Chapter 814: Is it really slack?

Looking at the [Princess] in front of him who had regained her "girlish" look from a "rich woman", Feng Xue's first reaction was to refuse, but he took back the idea almost the next moment.

Because he didn't know whether this was some kind of secret code of the organization.

After all, from a common sense perspective, even if an organization's liaison has a relatively reasonable identity and can contact each other, as long as they are not pretending to be a couple, they should definitely not have such close contacts.

Only communicate under the pretext of something happening when necessary to avoid collateral damage after being exposed. This is what Feng Xue learned from some collaborators of local resistance organizations when he was a special forces soldier.

and so……

"Does this meal... represent some kind of hint?"

Seeing the girl carrying a large lunch box, Feng Xue hesitated for a moment before making way for her and said,
"Anyway, let's talk first."

Compared to Feng Xue's reservedness, the [Princess] was quite calm, or even a little outgoing. She placed the food box on the table in a familiar manner, took out a large pot of stew, served two bowls of rice, and invited Feng Xue to eat in a very relaxed manner.

"I'll get the chopsticks."

Feng Xue ignored the chopsticks brought by the [Princess] with a flat tone. Although the other party seemed to be in the same camp as his predecessor, this did not make Feng Xue feel at ease. He took out his own set of bowls and chopsticks, but the focus was not on the tableware, but on the layer of "silver" that he silently coated on the chopsticks.

Silver needles cannot test poison, but the structure that embodies the concept of "silver that can test poison" can. No matter whether it is blood poison or stomach poison, as long as it is a "poison" that may cause harm to him, it can be easily identified.

But the result was without a doubt, there was no risk in the food, but looking at the bowl of stew in front of him, Feng Xue's vision was a little blurry.

It wasn't that I was ambushed, but...

He used to eat this stuff often.

"I just moved and didn't have any plans, so I just made some random things. I didn't expect to make too much. Let's try it and see how it tastes."

[Princess]'s voice slightly interrupted Feng Xue's thoughts. He stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of cabbage and put it into his mouth. The leaves were soft and crispy. The subtle spiciness and the freshness brought by the soup set off the sweetness of the high-grade cabbage, which belonged to vegetables.

"Huh..." Feng Xue let out a long breath of hot air, her expression a little subtle. Seeing this, the [Princess] said with some doubt in her eyes:
"What's wrong? Is it not to your liking?"

"No, it's delicious. Or should I say, too delicious!"

Feng Xue sighed again and lowered his head to take a mouthful of rice.

He wasn't being sarcastic, nor was he flattering her, it was really...

Too good.

Before the crossing, logistical supplies were very troublesome on that battlefield. When fighting in coordination with a large force, we could still have a few bites of the big pot dishes cooked by the kitchen team, but when operating deep behind enemy lines, we basically ate whatever we found.

Therefore, he would stew all the food he found with high-fat and high-sugar military compressed biscuits in a marching kettle. This could be said to be the thing he ate most often when on missions.

However, the food produced in this way is basically not delicious. Even if the architect can modify the taste of the food through the architecture, it is only barely edible.

With a little sadness from the past, Feng Xue silently swallowed the food in his mouth, but did not notice the smile in the Princess's curved eyebrows.

... "In the end, nothing was said!" In the early morning, Feng Xue was awakened by his good biological clock. He washed up casually, turned on the computer and began to check the latest news. No matter whether it was fake news or official media, there was nothing worth paying attention to. Either the country's defense against the arrival of the alien world has been effective, or this arrival mechanism has some kind of periodic law.

"Let's try divination."

Feng Xue was thinking in his heart when the doorbell suddenly rang, but what made him frown was that he was not as irritated as he imagined.

This is not a good thing.

"Is it really too easy to let down your guard against someone you've only met a few times?"

Feng Xue warned herself a few words, got up and opened the door, and saw [Princess] standing at the door holding two plastic bags:
"Clang clang! I brought you breakfast. Do you want tofu pudding and fried dough sticks or meatballs and spicy soup? Choose one!"

Feng Xue made way with a headache, and watched the [Princess], who looked extremely girly, take out the bowl and chopsticks skillfully, and shook her head:

"Are you so free?"

"I'm not idle! I have to go to school soon! I'm just worried that you won't eat breakfast! Even if you are strong, you still need to maintain a balanced diet!"

[Princess] quickly packed breakfast. Feng Xue hesitated for a moment and was about to get the tofu pudding, but was stopped by [Princess] with a look of water spirit.

"Can you bear to let a beautiful girl who is going to music class drink spicy soup early in the morning?"

"Then why did you buy it?" Feng Xue rolled her eyes, but finally softened her heart for some unknown reason and took the spicy soup and prepared to eat.

"Because I think you should like it! Oh, by the way, the cake should be broken into small pieces and dipped into the soup before eating!" The [Princess] said confidently, but her hand kept putting the fried dough sticks to her mouth.

"..." Feng Xue closed his mouth. Although it was the first time he had eaten this since traveling through time, he had to admit that this thing seemed to be quite to his liking.

"Tsk, could it be that my predecessor and I have similar personalities and preferences? Otherwise, it doesn't make sense that even my eating habits could be guessed so accurately!"

For a moment, Feng Xue felt a sense of crisis as if he was being seen through, but he also had an indescribable strange feeling.

Logically speaking, when he encountered such a thing before traveling through time, he would have been full of vigilance to test and observe, but now, he had no sense of crisis at all.

Feeling annoyed, he could only attribute it to the "relaxation after traveling through time", but he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him.

"Okay, I should go too. If you don't want to clean up the dishes, I'll come back to do it at noon. By the way, what do you want for lunch?"

"Noodles..." Feng Xue said without thinking, and then shuddered suddenly, and the whole person jumped up, staring at the [Princess] with dangerous eyes and said:

"what did you do to me?"

The [Princess] was startled at first, but then she seemed to react and put on a playful and naughty smile: "What did you do? If I have the power to influence you, you should assist me. You should be very clear about this, right?"

Feng Xue did not answer, but the [Princess] took two small steps and said:
"Okay, I really have to go. Noodles, right? I'll come back and make them at noon!"

(End of this chapter)