Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

BJ, a beef noodle restaurant.

"Boss! Three bowls of noodles, with meat and an egg!" Xia Mi called out familiarly as soon as she entered the store.

Lu Mingfei sat down, leaning on the plastic chair: "Xia Mi, you have a big heart."

Frillie sat down next to him, curiously looking at the yellowed menu on the wall and the steam rising from the kitchen.

"Oh dear, the best way to calm your nerves is to have a good meal!" Xia Mi pulled three pairs of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder and deftly broke them apart. "I come here often. The noodles are made fresh daily by the owner, and the beef is so thin you can see through it. I guarantee you'll forget all your troubles after eating here!"

Lu Mingfei smiled wryly: "I think I need something more intense."

"Drink less alcohol, it's bad for your health," Xia Mi said sternly, then smiled and pushed a small dish over. "You can add more chili oil, it'll have a similar effect to alcohol!"

A rhythmic "slap slap" sound came from the kitchen; it was the sound of dough being slapped onto the cutting board.

Through the kitchen window, you can see an elderly man in his sixties making noodles.

His arm muscles were strong, and his movements were fluid and graceful. The dough seemed to come alive in his hands, being stretched into thin strands and then flying into the boiling water.

"Look, this is craftsmanship!" Xia Mi's eyes lit up. "Machine-made noodles have no soul at all!"

Frillie stared intently at the old man's movements: "Impressive, the shopkeeper must have practiced martial arts."

"Frilian, have you ever eaten beef noodles before?" Lu Mingfei asked.

The elven girl gently shook her head.

Xia Mi exaggeratedly clutched her chest: "Oh my god! Then you've missed half the fun of life! You must savor it properly later!"

Soon, three steaming bowls of beef noodles were served.

Bright green cilantro and scallions float on the clear broth, and thin slices of beef are neatly laid on top of the noodles, with a braised egg lying next to them.

"Take a sip of the original broth first!" Xia Mi demonstrated by scooping up a spoonful of clear broth and blowing on it. "Taste the purest flavor."

Lu Mingfei took a sip, and the delicious flavor immediately blossomed on his tongue, with a hint of spice, and warmth that went straight to his stomach.

Frillie imitated them as she drank the soup, saying, "It's delicious."

“Right, right,” Xia Mi said smugly, “Now add chili oil.”

She scooped a large spoonful of bright red chili oil into her bowl, and a layer of red oil floated on the surface of the soup.

Lu Mingfei cautiously added a small spoonful, while Frilian smelled the chili oil and then added about the same amount as Xia Mi.

"Wait, Frilian, don't add too much, it's very spicy." Before Lu Mingfei could finish his warning, Frilian took a big gulp of the red soup.

Frillie froze, her fair face turning red at a visible speed.

Lu Mingfei hurriedly handed her some ice water, but Frillie waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need it.

Xia Mi laughed heartily: "Sister Frillian is so amazing! I cried buckets the first time I ate spicy food!"

She looked at Lu Mingfei, "Senior brother, don't just stand there, eat your noodles."

Lu Mingfei picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks.

The noodles are as thin as hair yet exceptionally chewy, offering a springy texture when you bite into them. Coated in a slightly spicy broth, they are so irresistible that you can't help but keep eating them.

The beef slices were indeed as thin as Xia Mi described, so thin they were translucent, melted in the mouth, and had a rich, savory aroma.

"Is it delicious?" Xia Mi asked, her mouth full of noodles.

Lu Mingfei nodded, suddenly feeling that life was truly amazing. Just a few hours ago, he was fighting Deadpool, but now he was sitting in a roadside restaurant eating delicious beef noodles.

“Xia Mi,” Lu Mingfei couldn’t help but ask, “you don’t seem to be afraid of this kind of thing?”

Xia Mi paused for a moment, then revealed a sly smile: "Because I'm brave! Besides, aren't you, Senior Brother, an S-rank, and Sister Frillian here?"

Lu Mingfei felt that she wasn't telling the truth, but Xia Mi lowered her head and focused on eating her noodles, not giving him a chance to ask further.

"Speaking of which, how will the academy handle this matter?" Lu Mingfei asked, quite curious.

“Send out a small team to scout. That’s what everyone did when I was an adventurer,” Frilian said, adding vinegar to the noodles.

Xia Mi interjected, "An adventurer? Is that the kind from the game?"

"Haha, yes, Frilian was talking about the game," Lu Mingfei quickly tried to cover it up.

"I don't quite understand, but what the academy does is none of our business. Boss! Three more servings of meat!" Xia Mi shouted. "We're going to eat our fill today!"

The old boss smiled and agreed, and soon brought out a plate of very thinly sliced ​​braised beef.

Without waiting for a reply, Xia Mi put a few slices into Lu Mingfei's and Frilian's bowls: "Eat more!"

Chapter 38 See you at the start of the semester, Senior Lu

The two weeks in BJ flew by, and the Kassel College investigation into Metro Deadpool yielded no results.

After searching high and low, turning the place upside down, the academy still couldn't find anything related to Deadpool, so they had to give up for the time being.

In the early morning, vendors hawk soy milk and fried dough sticks in the alley, and in the afternoon, stray cats can be seen dozing under the locust trees. Xia Mi often rushed in with a roast duck, shouting, "Lunch is served!"

Lu Mingfei had gotten used to this kind of life, so much so that when he and Frilian packed their bags to leave, they felt a little reluctant.

"Are you leaving already?" Xia Mi squatted down next to the suitcase, her fingers gripping the zipper.

"Yeah, there's still half a month left of the holiday, so I'm staying at my own place." Lu Mingfei stuffed the folded shirt into his bag, looked up and smiled at her, "Anyway, we'll see each other when school starts. Aren't you starting school soon?"

Xia Mi pouted: "Then we'll have to wait another half a month!"

She pounced on him and grabbed Lu Mingfei's arm. "Senior, you can't forget me when you go back! I'll come find you and beg for your attention on the first day of school!"

Lu Mingfei was so shaken by her that he almost fell over. He was both amused and exasperated: "Fine, fine, feel free to cling to my coattails."

Frillie stood to the side, silently stuffing the chili sauce that Xia Mi had secretly slipped into the suitcase even tighter.

On the way to the airport, Xia Mi insisted on seeing them off.

She carried a bulging canvas bag on her back and two plastic bags in her hands, which were filled with Daoxiangcun pastries, Liubiju pickles, and vacuum-packed roast duck.

"Eat this on the way!" She shoved the food into Lu Mingfei's hands. "This sugar-coated sesame seed cake is especially fragrant, this pickled cucumber is perfect with porridge, and this too."

"Wait, isn't this too much?" Lu Mingfei hurriedly caught it. "It's not like we're not coming back."

"That's different!" Xia Mi glared at him. "This is the authentic taste of old Beijing. You can't buy the real thing anywhere else!"

Frillie took the bag and whispered "Thank you."

Xia Mi blinked, leaned closer to Lu Mingfei, and lowered her voice: "Senior, isn't Sister Frilian especially nice to you?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback: "Huh?"

“The way she looks at you is different,” Xia Mi said with a sly smile. “I’ve been observing her for half a month.”

Lu Mingfei's ears burned: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Xia Mi laughed heartily and jumped away from Lu Mingfei's hand that was trying to cover her mouth.

"See you when school starts~", Xia Mi gently stepped back from Lu Mingfei.

After the plane took off, Lu Mingfei's phone vibrated.

"Mingfei, I heard you're on vacation? Why don't you come stay at your uncle's house for a few days? Your aunt has been talking about you for ages."

From: Uncle Lu Gucheng.

Lu Mingfei stared at the screen, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, hesitant to press any keys.

"What's wrong?" Frilian asked.

Lu Mingfei handed her his phone and said, "My uncle wants me to stay at his house."

Frillie glanced at it: "Don't you want to go?"

"It's not that I don't want to," Lu Mingfei said, scratching his head. "It's just that it's quite complicated."

He recalled his uncle's gleaming coffee table, his aunt's critical gaze, and his cousin Lu Mingze's sarcastic remarks.

For him, his uncle's house was never a place to "go back" but a place to "visit," a place that reminded him "you don't belong here."

Frillie looked at him quietly: "You've changed."

"Ok?"

“Not just strength.” She pointed to his chest. “It’s here.”

Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

“Let your uncle’s family see you now,” Frillie said.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and typed, "Okay, Uncle, I'll be going back with a friend. Is that convenient?"

send.

Within ten seconds, a reply came: "Convenient! It would be even better if you brought friends over, it would make the house more lively!"

Lu Mingfei smiled wryly: "Now I really have to go."

The flight attendant brought him a drink, and Lu Mingfei took a sip. He then pulled a form from his backpack: a holiday itinerary reporting form.

He bit the pen cap and filled in the forms one by one:

Destination: Hefei

• Duration of stay: 15 days

• Whether to use the power of words: No

• Contact with dragons or suspicious targets: No

• Physical condition: Good (no bleeding, auditory hallucinations, or other symptoms)

When he reached the "Remarks" section, he hesitated for a moment, glanced at Frillie beside him, and added:

• Accompanying person: Frillie (already registered)

After signing his name, he folded the form and put it back in his bag.

Outside the window, clouds rolled in, and sunlight streamed through the porthole onto my hands, warm and comforting.

"Speaking of which," Lu Mingfei finished his drink, "Frilian, have you ever been to an ordinary person's home?"

“No,” Frilian shook her head. “Since coming to this world, I’ve only been to your house and Old Tang’s house.”

Lu Mingfei chuckled dryly: "Ha, Auntie has a bit of a temper, please don't be angry."