Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

In the evening, Yannian sat at the table, fiddling with the teacup with his hands, his brows furrowed. He was also sick, saying that he wanted to eat noodles... It was really unpleasant to stay in the same space with Lan.

He will need to ask indirectly about "Sui Yang" later.

In the kitchen, the fire flickered under the stove. Lan was wearing a blue apron, with her sleeves rolled up, and a serious face. As the ancients said, if you want to keep someone, you must first keep their stomach.

Brother Yun, this bowl of noodles will definitely change your opinion of me. It is filled with my love for you.

Lan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled darkly. Listening to the sound of water in the pot gradually increasing, he put the noodles in and stirred them gently in the water with bamboo chopsticks.

Lan put minced ginger, green onion and dried chili peppers in order, showing her ultimate cooking skills. Finally, she carved the radish into flowers. A bowl of simple noodles that can be sold at a high price was born.

"Brother Yun, the noodles are here--" Lan brought two bowls of noodles to the table with a proud look on his face. With his many years of noodle-making skills, no one would be able to surpass him.

Yannian picked up his chopsticks and picked at the radish flowers indifferently. "The carving is really ugly... Jingyuan can carve a little white lion with one hand, one in five seconds."

Lan: "..."

It’s okay, you can win by taste.

After all, appearance is superficial; what matters is the taste.

Amidst the conflicting emotions of killing Lan and using Lan to find Sui Yang, Yannian reluctantly tasted a mouthful and raised an eyebrow, "Too much salt... Jing Yuan's Yangchun noodles are just right."

Lan's face turned cold and he clenched his chopsticks tightly.

Jing Yuan, Jing Yuan, Jing Yuan... Why does he appear so frequently in the past two days?

As if his heart was blocked by a stone, Lan was in no mood to ask who Yannian was. With a cold look in his eyes, he raised his face a little and retorted, "I don't know where Jingyuan is right now?"

"You're injured, and there's no one around—I'm the only one here."

"Brother Yun." Lan pursed her lips slightly, and a thin layer of frost covered her blue eyes.

"Humph."

Yannian poked the noodles repeatedly, feeling unhappy and having no appetite at all.

You dare to talk to him like this before you become a god, just act arrogantly... Once I collect the Sui Yang, it will be the day of your death.

And sitting across from him—very uncomfortable.

No, he couldn't bear it. He would go to the pharmacy first. When he recovered, he would ask about Sui Yang.

Yannian slammed his chopsticks on the table, turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Lan.

"Where are you going? You're not well yet."

"Your breathing is disturbing me!" Yannian said in a cold voice.

Before he took a few steps, a sound so deep that water could drip out of it passed by his ears.

"Stop." Lan's eyes suddenly became gloomy, with undercurrents surging in his eyes.

I really want to question Yannian thoroughly. Why does he always give him the cold shoulder? He has been a general for several years and has never lacked any tricks.

But Brother Yun is his benefactor after all, and he must be treated with courtesy.

After taking just a few bites, he couldn't stay any longer, looking like he was enduring. If others didn't know, they would think he had really done something to offend Yun.

Wouldn't it be better to smooth things over peacefully while eating noodles?

Lan tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart. After filtering out various negative words, he finally said one sentence, "Don't... waste food."

"Finish my portion, I have no appetite--" Yannian was about to push the door open when Lan slammed the table. The bowls on the table shook and the air suddenly became quiet.

Yannian looked back and saw the young man with his head lowered. The shadow cast by the blue hair on his forehead swallowed up his eyebrows and eyes, leaving only a thin and sharp jawline.

When Lan didn't speak, the air around him was frighteningly cold, as if even the dust was suspended in the shadows of his clothes.

Want to fight?

Yannian was determined to take a gamble with a small chance of losing everything.

He acted immediately, as Yannian had already hidden a dagger in his sleeve.

Before Yannian could make a move, Lan picked up Yannian's bowl and poured the noodles into his own bowl. His eyebrows were emotionless. "I'm going to make Yangchun noodles. Besides using less salt and carving a little white lion, what else is there?"

Yannian put away the dagger and said coldly, "I said I don't want to eat it."

"I also told you that you are not well yet, you must eat something."

"Also, if you want to go to the pharmacy... you can't get there because you have no money and can't even afford a ride on the Star Raft." Lan looked at Yannian silently, guessing Yannian's motives.

The most suspicious place is probably the pharmacy that Yannian specifically inquired about.

Although he didn't know where the other party was going to do exactly?

It's obviously that kind of medicine, or there's something special about the one given to Brother Yun that makes it really work.

We’ll talk about these things later; eating first is the most important thing.

"Sit down," Lan's tone was unyielding.

Yannian clenched his fists and a short cold snort came out of his nose.

"The oil shouldn't float more than three drops, and the soup shouldn't be cloudy."

“The noodles should be chewy, not like cotton thread.”

"that's it."

"Wait a moment." Lan finished his noodles in a few mouthfuls and returned to the kitchen. He immediately tried to carve a little white lion in five seconds, but found that he couldn't do it despite his best efforts.

Lan's face looked ugly. Damn it, Jing Yuan was so terrifyingly strong.

This damn desire to win, he must train harder, one per second.

Put the noodles back in the water, pick them up from the boiling water, remember Yannian's request, and put them into the bowl carefully. There should be no more than three drops of oil floating on the surface. Pour in clear soup and a few chopped green onions.

Brought it to Yannian, Lan handed him the chopsticks and took off his apron.

"Eat it while it's hot."

Yannian glanced at the bowl and found that everything was done according to his requirements, except for a carved little white lion.

Lan changed it to his own name and carved a big "Lan" out of a radish.

"Where is the little white lion?" Yannian picked up the carved radish.

"I think this is better."

Without much explanation, Lan's answer was concise and to the point.

"Jingyuan's unique skills and the charm of his carving are something I can't learn."

"He's not here." Lan deliberately emphasized these words, with an expression that said you have to finish it even if you don't like it. Anyway, not only will he not let go of the little white lion, he must also surpass Jing Yuan.

Yannian suddenly bit "Lan" into pieces and swallowed it into his stomach. Lan's body shook.

"Not bad." Yannian used chopsticks to break up the remaining words and smiled darkly, implying that he would cut them into pieces.

Seeing Yannian finally eating, Lan felt relieved. He sat opposite him and poured himself a cup of tea.

Lan looked at Yannian who was eating noodles quietly.

The young man lowered his head, and the ribbon that held up his white hair hung down in front of his shoulders, like a streak of clear sky in the snow.

The dark eyes that formed a sharp contrast with the white hair were originally as sharp as a blade, but now they were very quiet.

The spoon touched the lips silently.

Lan looked at him for a while longer, and when Yannian raised his eyes, he quickly looked away, smiled, and whispered.

"Brother Yun, in the Immortal Boat, everyone often says - if you eat a bowl of noodles in the human world, you will have one less bowl."

"In the human world, every time we meet, we see one less."

“So… you should eat noodles often and eat noodles often.”

"so…"

So you have some misunderstanding about me?

And can you please not disappear suddenly in the future?

I still hope we can meet more often.

There was a knock on the door, interrupting Lan's words.