When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

They soon arrived at the place where wontons were sold.

Each person had a bowl of hot wontons, and Wei Wuxian was already very greedy.

However, the soreness when his arm was still was not so obvious. As soon as he tried to raise his hand, the soreness instantly spread from his elbow to all parts of his limbs.

This feeling is not unbearable, but he will blame whoever caused it and whoever caused it, and he just doesn't want to do anything.

Wei Wuxian looked up and signaled to Lan Wangji, then looked into his eyes before moving his gaze to his spoon.

Without saying a word during this period, Lan Wangji could understand what he meant.

He immediately put down the cutlery in his hand and picked up the one in front of Wei Wuxian, scooped up a spoonful, let it cool, and handed it to his lips to feed him.

A bite of wonton with half a spoonful of soup. The wonton is stuffed with mushrooms and pork, and there is a small amount of chopped green onion and shrimp in the soup. After one bite, you can feel the aroma of oil and it is refreshing and relieves greasiness.

Wei WuXian narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and opened his mouth to eat a spoonful. It felt really good to have everything provided for him.

The small shop here is just a roadside stall, but the taste is no less than that of the big restaurants in town.

There are pedestrians coming and going on the street. Maybe it's almost noon, so there are a lot of people coming to the restaurant to eat, and the waiter is almost dizzy from being so busy.

There was nothing strange about their actions; they were just feeding each other, which was quite normal.

I don’t know if it’s because the two of them are so outstanding in temperament and appearance, but people passing by would frequently cast their glances in their direction.

Not only did Wei Wuxian not care, but even Lan Wangji’s movements were not so stiff when facing such a gaze.

While Wei Wuxian was eating, he did not forget to let Lan Wangji eat. When they were halfway through their meal, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a yellow figure standing beside them.

He raised his head and said, "Hey, Brother Zixuan, are you here to eat wontons too?" After saying that, Wei Wuxian ate the wonton that Lan Wangji had just brought to his mouth as if no one was around, and at the same time licked the soup off the corner of his mouth.

When Jin Zixuan saw this scene, his mind went blank and he just stood there.

Faced with this situation, his mind was rapidly thinking of something, but since he had no knowledge in this area, he really couldn't think of anything.

Wei Wuxian and his friends were sitting at a square table with long benches, and Lan Wangji was sitting opposite him.

Wei WuXian patted the stool to his right. The instant pain from this pat brought back the feeling he had just forgotten.

Lan Wangji calmly took his arm and rubbed it.

The skillful kneading relieved the pain a lot. Wei Wuxian chuckled at Lan Wangji and said, "Lan Zhan, you are really good at it."

Then this time he stopped patting with his arm and pointed at the stool with his chin: "Brother Zixuan, you haven't had lunch yet, right? The wontons here are delicious, why not sit down and try them."

Jin Zixuan looked around the restaurant, then looked at Wei Wuxian's satisfied expression. He hesitated for a moment and then sat down next to him.

Before the attendant next to Jin Zixuan could order, Wei Wuxian stopped the man and shouted directly to the busy waiter, "Waiter, bring three more bowls."

The waiter replied while packing up without even turning his head: "Okay."

Jin Zixuan said: "I can't eat that much."

Wei WuXian said, “Who said all of this is for you? One bowl for you and two for me.”

Jin Zixuan: “…”

Jin Zixuan is very picky about food. He cannot tolerate food that is too oily, too fishy, ​​too spicy, or too salty. Looking at the bowl of wontons that was served, there was a thin layer of oil floating on it, with occasional spots of green.

The appearance is just so-so.

While eating the wontons that Lan Wangji brought to his mouth, Wei Wuxian said to him, “Eat it quickly. It’s delicious. You’ll know when you try it. It’s very fresh.”

People like Jin Zixuan had never eaten at a roadside stall before. Seeing that Lan Wangji was eating calmly, he scooped one and put it to his lips out of trust in him. In his heart, he used the tip of his tongue to taste a little bit of the flavor.

After it felt good, I put it in my mouth and chewed it slowly.

As he ate, his frown gradually relaxed. It was indeed much more delicious than he had imagined.

Jin Zixuan hasn't eaten anything in the past two days. He feels that the food sold here is either too greasy or doesn't look good.

After he was injured yesterday, his appetite became worse. He felt nauseous and could not eat much. The food bought by his followers did not suit his taste. He was very picky about food, so he had to go out to find food by himself.

Jin Zixuan was eating the wontons with his head down, and occasionally looked up to see the two people looking at each other in front of him. Wei Wuxian was holding the spoon that Lan Wangji handed over, and his eyebrows were curved with a smile.

Lan Wangji just saw Jin Zixuan glance at him indifferently after looking at the two of them, and then continued to scoop another wonton and feed it to Wei Wuxian as if nothing had happened.

"..."

A few seconds later, Jin Zixuan swallowed the wonton in his mouth and asked, "Wei Wuxian, what's wrong with you?"

Wei WuXian spoke without blushing or beating his heart: "The battle was too intense yesterday and my arm was injured."

"..." Jin Zixuan automatically thought that the fierce battle was caused by the defeat of the Soul Eater Goddess yesterday. Jin Zixuan said: "Go find Miss Wen, this kind of thing should be cured quickly if she treats it."

"That's right!"

Wei Wuxian woke up late, and as soon as he woke up he felt hungry, so he went to eat without thinking about this at all. If he had asked Wen Qing to help him earlier, he wouldn't have to hang his arms like this.

After eating a few bites, Jin Zixuan suddenly said to his followers, "Pack two portions and send them to Mo Erniang and the others."

Soon Wei Wuxian had almost finished eating. Lan Wangji had been feeding him, but he himself had not eaten properly: "Lan Zhan, I'm full. You should eat quickly too."

Lan Wangji started to eat his own food. Wei Wuxian stared at Jin Zixuan for a while. He felt that it was necessary to know what he and Mo Erniang had talked about yesterday.

Wei Wuxian's staring was too obvious. Jin Zixuan obviously felt uncomfortable and looked up at him: "What do you want?"

Wei WuXian hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother ZiXuan, I want to ask you something."

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"I want to know what you talked about with Mo Erniang yesterday."

This question made Jin Zixuan pause in his eating, and the atmosphere became a little cold.

After what happened yesterday, and the fact that the man called him "Ashan Ashan" several times, anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was some improper relationship between Mo Erniang and his father Jin Guangshan.