When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

The hour of Hai had long passed. In the quiet room, Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes and had another weird idea.

He hid his head in the quilt and rubbed against me again. How could I allow him to rub against me at this time?

In desperation.

Lan Wangji threatened him, “If you move again, I’ll freeze you.”

As expected, this trick worked, and it never failed. Wei WuXian immediately calmed down: “No, no, no, it’s okay for me to stay still.”

Lan Wangji patted his back with one hand and said, "Go to sleep."

Lan Wangji always has a kind of magical power. Under his gentle coaxing to sleep, Wei Wuxian's originally energetic consciousness gradually became blurred.

Then he closed his eyes, found a comfortable place in Lan Wangji's arms, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Wei Wuxian was awakened by a scent.

His nose moved before he opened his eyes. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His stomach, which had been empty all night, suddenly felt a little sour, and then it began to growl.

Wei Wuxian slipped out of bed and came to the table. In front of him was a bowl of steaming egg custard, a plate of spicy diced chicken and rice.

He glanced around and didn't see Lan Wangji in the house. When he walked to the door, he saw the man practicing swordsmanship in the yard.

The cold wind was blowing, and occasionally dry leaves were blown down by the wind. Lan Wangji was wearing a tight-fitting outfit and had his ponytail tied up high. The headband on his forehead fluttered in the air with his movements, looking free and unrestrained.

With each swing of the sword, Bi Chen's sharp sword edge made bursts of sound in the air.

Wei WuXian's eyes turned, and he went back to the quiet room to take out Suibian, then went out again and shouted, "Lan Zhan, take this."

A sword stabbed from behind, and Lan Wangji blocked it with a shout: “Wei Ying.”

"Let's have a competition, and you are not allowed to let me win."

Lan Wangji saw that he came out wearing only an undershirt and didn't want him to stay any longer, but Wei Wuxian didn't give him a chance to speak.

Every move was made with the intention of competing with him, and every action was extremely oppressive.

There was no way, Lan Wangji took back the words in his heart and concentrated on responding.

Wei Wuxian attacked extremely quickly, and sometimes Lan Wangji couldn’t even see how it changed before the random sword blade was already in front of him.

Lan Wangji immediately raised Bichen to block the attack.

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “Not bad, you took my move.”

You know, last year, when Wei Wuxian teased him, Lan Wangji had no power to fight back and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

Lan Wangji took several steps back, and Wei Wuxian dodged to his right and put away his casualness with a clang.

He tapped Lan Wangji's left shoulder with the casual scabbard of his sword, and Lan Wangji turned around immediately, which was exactly what Wei Wuxian wanted.

With a "pop" sound, Lan Wangji was kissed hard on the right cheek. When he turned around, his left cheek was also kissed.

She kissed him left and right, and Lan Wangji was almost stunned by the kisses.

What kind of trick is this? ! ! !

Seeing this, Wei WuXian kissed him on the forehead again.

Looking at Lan Wangji standing there in a daze, Wei Wuxian laughed out loud, and the sound resounded through the sky.

Wei WuXian poked his cheek with his finger. He hadn’t expected that he could kiss someone so hard that he fainted. He said in a cheesy tone, “Lan Zhan, you’re so cute!”

Lan Wangji turned his head away with red ears and said, "Not serious."

Hearing him say this, Wei WuXian laughed even louder, and his hand loosened and dropped to the ground.

Wei Wuxian covered his stomach with both hands and looked like he was about to laugh to death.

Lan Wangji sighed and reached behind him to support his waist.

Wei WuXian pulled his sleeve with one hand to slow him down; he really almost laughed himself to death just now.

Lan Wangji bent down to pick up the things on the ground, then led him into the room with one hand.

Lan Wangji placed Suibian and Bichen on the sword rack and picked up the cloak to cover Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian didn’t feel cold after a sword fight and had been active for a while. If Lan Wangji hadn’t held him down and asked him to put on the clothes, he would have taken them off because he felt too hot.

Wei Wuxian came to the table and sat on the stool. Lan Wangji dispersed the spiritual power that maintained the temperature, placed chopsticks on the rice, and pushed it in front of Wei Wuxian.

Then sit down on the stool opposite him.

Wei Wuxian looked at everything in front of him that he had arranged perfectly, and picked up the chopsticks under Lan Wangji's gaze. He first poked the egg custard, which was chewy and bouncy, and then he poked two holes in it with more force.

Wei Wuxian directly scooped out a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth. It was soft and tender, and the sauce basically removed the original fishy smell of the egg.

Wei Wuxian nodded in satisfaction, then picked up another piece of meat, which was covered with chili seeds.

The moment it entered his mouth, it was a critical hit to his taste buds. Wei WuXian uttered two "wuwu" sounds, and after swallowing the mouthful, he said incoherently, "It's so delicious!"

Wei WuXian picked up a large piece of rice with chopsticks and put it on the rice. He took a few bites and looked very satisfied: "Lan Zhan, you didn't do all this, did you?"

Lan Wangji nodded slowly.

Wei WuXian was so excited that he almost wanted to explode. He knew that there was no way that Cloud Recesses, a place that only knew how to cook all kinds of herbs, could make such delicious food.

Wei WuXian stretched out his hand and tickled Lan WangJi’s jaw, and the man cooperated by lifting his chin and letting him do what he wanted: “You are really good, you cooked so well on your first try, you really deserve to be called HanGuang-Jun.”

After Wei Wuxian finished saying this, Lan Wangji was obviously stunned for a moment. It was unclear whether it was because Wei Wuxian said that the dish he cooked for the first time was delicious, or because he called him Han Guang-jun.

Wei WuXian also noticed the change in his expression and asked, “Isn’t this your first time cooking?”

Lan Wangji paused for a few seconds, then shook his head.

Wei WuXian thought for a moment and said, “Oh, I see. You learned how to cook during the Chinese New Year, didn’t you?”

Lan Wangji hummed softly.

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “I thought a top student like Second Young Master Lan didn’t need to learn how to cook.”

Wei WuXian stared at his face for a while and said, “Did you ever blow up the kitchen when you first started?!”

"No."

“I think so too. I have never seen such a thing as a kitchen explosion.” Wei WuXian added: “But, Lan Zhan, you do have a face that looks like you are not good at cooking. It is a waste of your ten jade-like fingers to cook.”

Lan Wangji really couldn’t agree with Wei Wuxian’s words. Although he didn’t blow up the kitchen, he did burn through the bottom of the pot when he first learned to cook according to the book…

(You can probably tell that this book of mine is in the writing stage, and I’m keeping a very strict control over it. I’ve deleted all the stuff that was there before, but it hasn’t been written yet. If it is, I’ll have a chance to show you the stuff in the ellipsis in the previous chapter. ?????????)