Star Iron, but the amount of animation

In theory, this step should be fine.

If he hadn't spilled that big spoonful of salt.

That's fine.

After the boy finished sprinkling the salt, he ran away and started looking for something among the walls and cabinets, not noticing that the noodles had been completely burnt.

"Eh? Where's my beef?"

An Jing scratched his head, and his expression suddenly became one of sudden enlightenment.

"Oh shit, the last time I cooked here seemed like over a hundred years ago."

That refrigerator was no longer the one he knew.

"Alas, things have changed."

An Jing sighed, wiped away two non-existent tears, sprinkled two handfuls of chopped green onions into the pot, and finally turned off the fire.

He probably still had some conscience, so he at least tasted it himself first.

The boy's face instantly wrinkled into a ball, like a rag.

He turned his head, looked at Mei, and nodded.

“Very fresh and very delicious.”

The woman walked forward silently, took a pair of chopsticks, gently picked up one and put it into her mouth.

Then, there was more silence.

"Who taught you to cook noodles like this?"

she asked confused.

"self-taught."

Hearing this answer, Mei sighed, picked up two bowls, and put the mushy noodles in the pot into the bowls.

The two of them sat at the table in silence, each took a bowl and started eating.

The more he ate, the quieter he became.

"It seems like a bit too much."

An Jing felt a little regretful.

When he was making the groove, he didn't think about eating it himself.

If he had known, he would have added two more eggs.

Mei glanced at him.

"Don't waste food."

"What do you mean by that? Do you think I want to run away?"

The young man sneered: "You are a typical example of judging others by your own standards. If you think my cooking is unpalatable and you don't want to eat it, just say so directly. Why are you being sarcastic and making indirect accusations here?"

The woman didn't say a word. She just ate her noodles and watched his performance.

"Ugh!"

An Jing sighed with deep sorrow: "Forget it, forget it. What can I do to you? If you don't want to eat, then - uh, wait a minute."

The boy had an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and his eyes were fixed on the empty bowl in front of Mei.

"You really eat it?"

"Don't waste food."

She repeated her previous words, and then began to stare at the half-full of noodles left in the boy's bowl, as if urging him to do something.

There's no escape now.

An Jing took a deep breath and swallowed the bitter fruit with a bitter face.

Bitter fruit in the physical sense tastes bitter when it is salty.

The boy pinched his nose, stuffed a few big mouthfuls of food into his mouth, and swallowed them without chewing.

It was not until he swallowed it that he suddenly remembered something.

"That's fucking wrong. Wait a minute. I remember that some self-destructors seem to lose their senses. Are you losing your sense of taste?"

Mei didn't answer, but her eyes shifted slightly, no longer looking at the boy, but instead she agreed.

"Okay, okay, you're here to play tricks on me, right?"

The corners of the woman's mouth rose slightly.

"You still have the nerve to laugh! Do you know how salty this stuff is?"

"do not know."

Mei shook her head honestly: "But when I tasted it, it seemed just right."

"You are awesome."

The boy laughed miserably and fell back on the chair.

"I'm going to wash the dishes."

The woman stood up, put away the two bowls, and took them back to the kitchen. Then the sound of flushing water was heard.

An Jing was the only one left, sitting dejectedly on the chair, wondering if his symptoms were affecting his brain and making him even dumber.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard again.

The steps were weak and limping, so it was obviously not Mei's.

He raised his head and saw Jing Yuan, whose hair was still a little messy, staggering out with one hand covering his stomach and the other hand holding the wall.

"Huh? You woke up already?"

Jing Yuan rolled his eyes at him and sighed sadly.

"The alarm clock woke me up...I still have to go to work at Shen Ce Mansion..."

Volume 1: Chapter 160: Uncle Master, this is really good.

"Hahaha, this is the civil servant in the ditch."

An Jing laughed at her mercilessly, not caring at all that her miserable appearance seemed to be caused by him.

Uh, shouldn’t I say hands?

Jingyuan walked to the table with a sad face, sat down and lay on the table with a groan.

"Can you really go now that it's like this? Can you resist not taking a day off?"

"Who will handle the official business if I take leave... The Immortal Ship is in a state of disrepair right now. If the documents pile up for two days... they will fall out and crush me to death when I open the door the next day."

"So scary now?"

An Jing thought back to the past and realized that it wasn't that exaggerated.

"I can't help it. The old general is gone, and you and Jingliu are nowhere to be found. I am the only one left who can take on the responsibility. What can I do?"

She complained about the blood and tears in reality, and suddenly touched her stomach. She heard a gurgling sound coming from it, and her expression became more bitter.

"Why did you take them out......"

"What do you mean?"

"I used to feel full when I woke up the next day... Now I'm so hungry..."

"Eh!"

An Jing's expression brightened and he raised his right hand and pointed it toward the sky.

"Make you a bowl of beef noodles."

“I don’t want chopped green onions.”

The girl said lazily with her face flat on the table.

I don’t know if the boy heard it or not, but he happily ran back into the kitchen.

Then he was picked up and thrown out the next second.

He returned to the table silently, sighed, and his face looked heavy.

"Hey? What's going on?"

"She said she would give you a gift, and told me to get out of here if I wasted food again."

Jing Yuan couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.

"Who is that person inside? The one you mentioned last time? The new mistress?"

Suddenly, there was a sound of chopsticks falling to the ground in the kitchen, and then there was no sound.

An Jing coughed lightly.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is pure friendship, understand?"

"Which lip, the upper one or the lower one?"

"Hey, you, how did you learn all these dirty words at such a young age?"

An Jing frowned.

"With you."

Jing Yuan rested his head on his arms, speaking in a lazy tone.

"Haha, I won't talk to you about that. Anyway, we were just two unlucky guys who happened to bump into each other on the road and traveled together for a while."

"Traveling together for nearly a hundred years? It's hard to say whether we've been together for that long."

Jing Yuan counted on his fingers.

"You're always traveling, and you usually sleep or daydream at home. You're not in the same department at work, so we rarely see each other during the day. It's almost the same when we're in a war, you're the only one attacking or defending an area."

The girl sat up and said, "Hey, now that I think about it, it seems like we haven't been together for a hundred years."

"How can you calculate like that?"

An Jing waved his hand, looking like he didn't care much, which made her curl her lips in disapproval.

A figure walked out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of vegetarian noodles and an egg. Not only in terms of appearance but also in terms of smell, it was much better than what the boy had made.

Mei gently placed the noodles in front of Jingyuan.

"Slow use."

"Oh, thank you."

The girl first said thank you politely, then gently sniffed the hot steam rising from the noodle soup, and then her eyes lit up and she looked at the boy.

"You must take this!"

"Just eat your meal honestly, can you be bought off with a bowl of noodles?"

An Jing took out two chopsticks from the basket on the table and threw them at the girl like darts. Jing Yuan caught them and started eating noodles in big mouthfuls.

"Look at you, you starving ghost."

The boy snorted disdainfully and watched her eat with his arms crossed.

"By the way, let me introduce you to this person."

He extended his hand towards the purple-haired woman.

"The full name is Raiden·Wangchuanshou·Yeyi, Ya as in sprouting and Yi as in clothes."

"Hello there!"

Jingyuan smiled and waved.

"Hello."

Meiyi nodded slightly.

The boy looked at the woman again.