The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

When Lan Wangji woke up from his training, Wei Wuxian was the only one left under the Buddhist bell tree, lying on the table bored, looking at him.

Seeing that Lan Wangji was awake, he immediately stood up and trotted over to him, saying cheerfully, "Lan Zhan, you're awake!"

“Yeah.” When he woke up, he saw Wei Wuxian running towards him happily. Lan Wangji was also in a very happy mood, and his brows softened.

"Lan Zhan, how do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Wei Wuxian was very worried about Lan Wangji's cultivation being dissolved. Although he knew that Emperor Donghua would not hurt him, he couldn't help but worry.

"Wei Ying, I'm fine, don't worry." Lan Wangji felt better than ever. Not only were the hidden injuries on his body healed, but his tendons and veins were also widened by more than twice. Although he no longer had the golden elixir, his dantian was filled with spiritual energy. As long as he practiced a little, he would be able to form the golden elixir again soon.

“That’s good.” Wei Wuxian used his spiritual power to feel his pulse, and was relieved when he found nothing unusual.

"Lan Zhan, are you hungry?" After feeling relieved, he began to feel hungry.

“Not bad.” Seeing Wei Wuxian touch his stomach, he knew he was hungry. “Are you hungry?”

"Well, Lan Zhan, can you cook?" Wei Wuxian asked casually without holding out hope. After all, Lan Wangji was the second son of the Gusu Lan family. He had a noble status and was otherworldly, looking as if he didn't care about worldly matters. It seemed likely that he had never been in the kitchen.

"You can give it a try."

“Can you really do this?” Wei Wuxian was not quite convinced. After all, Lan Wangji didn’t look like he could cook. “How about we have grilled fish? I’m pretty good at grilling fish.”

Although I have been eating grilled fish for two or three months and I am a bit sick of it, I can continue eating it for the sake of the kitchen that I have finally repaired.

“Wei Ying, I can do it.” Lan Wangji said confidently.

“Well, come with me.” Seeing Lan Wangji’s confident look, Wei Wuxian didn’t want to pour cold water on him, so he could only take him to the kitchen. At worst, they could just repair the kitchen again, it wasn’t a big problem. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but secretly comfort himself in his heart.

In the kitchen, Lan Wangji saw that all the ingredients were ready, and began to get busy, chopping and washing vegetables, killing and filleting fish. He was very familiar with the process, and Wei Wuxian was stunned by it.

“Do you know the Emperor’s likes and dislikes?” Lan Wangji was busy with his work, but he did not forget to ask about Emperor Donghua’s taste.

“Oh…, the Emperor said he was fasting.” Before he could recover from the shock of Lan Wangji cooking, he heard him asking Emperor Donghua about his preferences. Wei Wuxian answered in a daze, and it took him a while to react, “Although the Emperor is fasting, he likes braised fish very much.”

He should like it, right?! Otherwise, why would he like to make this braised fish so much? Thinking of the two times he was tortured, Wei Wuxian felt sick. He had never eaten such a bad fish before. He almost died after taking a bite!

It looks so good, but who would have thought it was just a good look! The first time I ate it, I was deceived by its appearance. At that time, Wei Wuxian felt like he had ascended to heaven. It took him three full days to recover. The second time, I was coerced and induced by Emperor Donghua to eat it. I can’t recall it. It was like a nightmare.

"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Seeing Wei Wuxian standing there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about and with a very strange expression, Lan Wangji asked worriedly.

"It's okay, let me help you." Hearing Lan Wangji's caring words, Wei Wuxian quickly shook off the images in his head and stepped forward to help.

“No need, I can do it. There will be a lot of smoke later, you can sit over there and wait.” Seeing a stool not far away, he motioned Wei Wuxian to sit over there.

“Ah?!” Wei WuXian looked at Lan WangJi and then at the stool, and asked hesitantly, “You really don’t need my help?”

Lan Wangji nodded affirmatively, and Wei Wuxian could only sit over there sullenly, resting his chin on his hand and watching him cook in an orderly manner.