Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, Mu Xueqin finally came out of her room.

For a master of the ninth rank like her...

Morning exercise and the like are completely meaningless.

That's how he gradually developed a personality that consisted of nothing but eating and sleeping.

"You drunkard, get down here, your senior sister is hungry."

As soon as Hua finished speaking, Chen Qingxuan appeared in front of her and respectfully led her into the main room.

"Senior sister, please wait a moment, I'll ask Xiaolan to cook for you."

"Hurry up, I'm starving."

Chu Chen returned from Wenxiang Pavilion at that moment and happened to hear the two of them talking.

So he waved Xiaolan away and went into the kitchen. Soon, a strange smell wafted from the kitchen.

"What are you doing, you idiot? Are you digging up a toilet?"

Chen Qingxuan covered his nose and shouted into the kitchen.

"You don't know anything! This stuff smells awful. Don't get hungry later."

As they were talking, Chu Chen brought out an enormous bowl.

He cooked two whole packets of snail rice noodles and brought them to Mu Xueqin.

"Senior sister, here's some delicious food for you."

Looking at Chu Chen's grinning expression, she said, "You little brat, you're not planning to poison me, are you?"

Before she could finish speaking, Chu Chen picked up his chopsticks and a small bowl, grabbed a handful of food, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chen Qingxuan almost threw up from looking at it. He couldn't understand how this kid could eat something so smelly.

Meanwhile, Mu Xueqin watched the satisfied expression on Chu Chen's face.

He frowned in confusion: "This thing smells so bad, how can you actually eat it?"

"Don't worry, it smells bad but tastes delicious. You really don't want to give it a try?"

How could Mu Xueqin, a seasoned foodie, back down?

Since this wealthy and handsome man can eat so happily, what am I afraid of?

So he picked up a bite and put it in his mouth.

In that instant, Mu Xueqin's eyes widened.

The combination of pickled bamboo shoots and snail broth immediately captivated her taste buds.

"Hmm... what is this food called? It tastes so good."

"This is called snail rice noodles. It's a fresh food, unique to the entire Xia Dynasty."

Mu Xueqin was completely absorbed in the delicious food and didn't pay any attention to what Chu Chen was saying.

All I heard was the sound of snail rice noodles.

Chen Qingxuan, who was standing to the side, looked at Mu Xueqin, who was eating heartily, and leaned over with a sly grin.

"Senior sister.........."

"roll............."

"Alright!" After saying that, he turned to look at Chu Chen and made a gesture as if he were drawing his sword.

"Okay, you're good, you drunkard."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the kitchen. A little while later, he brought out another bowl of snail rice noodles.

Chen Qingxuan picked up the bowl and disappeared from the spot in a leap.

On the rooftop, Chen Qingxuan slowly savored the delicious food.

Before he could even finish eating a little more than half of it, Mu Xueqin knocked him down, bowl and all.

"Senior sister, you've already eaten such a big bowl."

Chen Qingxuan looked at Mu Xueqin with an innocent expression and said.

Mu Xueqin ignored him completely and continued eating by herself.

Chen Qingxuan looked at Chu Chen again, his meaning very clear.

"What kind of teacher taught them all?" Chu Chen thought helplessly to himself.

There was no other way but to drag Chen Qingxuan to the kitchen, tear open a package, and then teach him how to cook it step by step.

In the main room, Mu Xueqin let out a satisfied burp: "You silly goose, how much of your snail rice noodles was there?"

How many? Of course, there are as many as you want.

So he quickly replied, "I don't have many of those Mu Xueqin either, so you'd better be careful with them."

"Besides, you can't eat this every day."

It's not that Chu Chen is stingy, but if something bad happens from all this spiciness, who will be responsible?

"You stingy little thing, I won't eat your food for free. Give me snail rice noodles and I'll kill someone for you."

Mu Xueqin thought he was stingy and gave him a disdainful look.

"You know what, I actually have something I need your help with."

"Give them a little something before you speak."

Chu Chen turned around and went back into the house, emerging with four or five boxes of snail rice noodles in his hands.

He walked over to Mu Xueqin and dumped everything in front of her.

"Do you know the Black Dragon Gang? They want to kill me. If they kill me, you'll probably never be able to eat delicious food again."

Chu Chen looked at Mu Xueqin with a wronged expression, like a little brother who had been bullied outside.

"Black Dragon Gang, bullying you? Let's go..."

Mu Xueqin glanced at the snail rice noodles in front of her without putting them away.

After saying that, she grabbed Chu Chen and started to walk towards the door.

For her, she was confident that she could get Chu Chen to give her anything he had.

Seeing her hurried appearance, Chu Chen's face immediately lit up with a smile.

"Um, Mu Xueqin, Master Mu, don't you know what happened?"

"What happened?"

"It's about how I offended the Black Dragon Gang and how they tried to kill me."

"Does it matter?"

Seeing Mu Xueqin's nonchalant demeanor, Chu Chen wisely kept his mouth shut.

But after thinking for a moment, he added, "Shouldn't we bring along a drunkard?"

"That's right, it's good to broaden his horizons. He was bored out of his mind after being stuck in that dilapidated Taoist temple for a few days."

After Mu Xueqin finished speaking, she walked towards the kitchen.

In the van, Chen Qingxuan sat in the back seat, carefully protecting his bowl.

Surprisingly, even after he finished the soup, Mu Xueqin didn't try to take it from him.

Chen Qingxuan lit a cigarette and asked, "Where to?"

"The Black Dragon Gang."

"Ah, where can this thing get? The Black Dragon Gang is about 600 li away from Qingyun City."

Six hundred li (approximately 300 kilometers) was a journey that couldn't be undertaken casually in ancient times.

We need to buy some good horses, pack our luggage and provisions, and make a good plan before we go.

Six hundred li, three hundred kilometers, that's just a matter of one tank of gas.

Chu Chen was full of confidence and quickly said, "Just point the way. Don't underestimate my iron horse. It can travel thousands of miles without even breaking a sweat."

Mu Xueqin didn't care at all. Since Chu Chen said he could go, then there was absolutely no problem.

She turned to look at the back seat and said to Chu Chen, "I'm sleepy."

Are you sleepy? That's easy.

He parked the car, moved Chen Qingxuan to the passenger seat, then reclined the back seat and laid a blanket on her.

After Mu Xueqin arrived, Chu Chen filled the trunk with food and daily necessities.

This is the day we've been waiting for.

"Master Mu, please."

Mu Xueqin didn't stand on ceremony at all, and fell into a deep sleep as soon as she reached the back.

Because the ancient official road was difficult to travel, the three of them drove until midnight before finally arriving at the town where the Black Dragon Gang was located.

The three of them went to a restaurant in town, ate something, and then returned to the van.

Nothing else, the inn in town, Mu Xueqin said, wasn't as comfortable as the one in the car.

I had trouble sleeping that night.

After some discussion, Mu Xueqin slept in the back seat, while Chu Chen folded down the driver's seat.

Chen Qingxuan leaped onto the roof of the car.

Mu Xueqin knew that Chu Chen didn't have the guts.