Chapter 17:

"I bought a lot of food." In the few oil lamps in the hall lit by Chu Qianxun, the dots of light shone on her cheeks that were flushed from running, and were reflected in her smiling eyes.
The sky outside the window is getting darker and darker, and the sky is full of stars.
"What do you cook for the evening?" She nagged as she got into the kitchen. The kitchen soon lit up, and the warm yellow lights flickered, filling the empty dining room.
Ye Peitian sat in the afterlight of that little light.
At night, he likes to light up all the lights in the entire castle, so that every corner is brightly lit. He was sitting in a glorious dazzling light, often still feeling empty and flustered.
This time, as the person entered and lit a few small oil lamps along the way, he felt that his heart was filled with something inexplicably, and it was almost overflowing.
The woman turned her back to him, tinkering and bustling in the swaying kitchen. From time to time, he turned his face and smiled at him.
"It'll be all right soon, you can wait a little longer."
A special scent permeates the air, which is the smell of fireworks only when people live in the world.
Ye Peitian felt that he was willing to just sit here and wait, no matter how long he waited.
But Chu Qianxun didn't let him wait too long. She quickly brought two pots of hot gnocchi. This thing is very simple to make. Use flour to make a paste, stumble into diced meat, shiitake mushrooms, chopped green vegetables, add some salt and chicken bouillon and other seasonings, and when the pot is boiling, pour a spoonful of batter into boiling water , It will form a very chewy, irregular and delicious dough.
This thing Chu Qianxun had seen Ye Peitian make countless times in his memory, and he wanted to come to his favorite food. Because it is not difficult to operate, she also tried to do it.
If it weren't for Ye Peitian's wealth to be too rich, she would never be willing to buy luxury items such as white noodles, lettuce, and fresh meat.
"Come and taste it." Chu Qianxun looked at Ye Peitian with anticipation. She tasted the soup first. She felt that the soup was a bit salty and the dough didn't seem to be cooked enough, but it didn't prevent her from thinking that this was a rare meal. I just don't know how Ye Peitian feels.
Ye Peitian held up the spoon Chu Qianxun stuffed him, and put the brand-new spoon on the porcelain bowl hesitated.
He lowered his head and began to eat bit by bit. He ate very slowly, very quietly, and made no sound.
Chu Qianxun couldn't help but look at Ye Peitian's hands on the table.
The fingers of both hands have distinct joints, slender and beautiful in shape. Unfortunately, they were severely burned by the fire of the supernatural power in the battle yesterday. With his powerful healing ability, they have basically recovered. The old and new skin has been replaced. Most of the epidermis has fallen off and a layer is hanging. The layers of mutilated dead skin looked a little terrible.
He seemed to notice Chu Qianxun’s gaze, held up the soup bowl, quickly drank the last bit of soup at the bottom of the bowl, and then gently put it back on the table, put his fingers under the table, pursed his mouth, and lowered his eyes. Staring at the empty bowl, he said nothing.
"Do you want more?" Chu Qianxun asked tentatively.
The man sitting opposite hesitated for a moment, then silently nodded.
The corners of Chu Qianxun's mouth couldn't help but bend, no matter what kind of chef, he likes others to cheer on his own food.
At the same time, she noticed Ye Peitian's little movement. Whenever he wanted to and was embarrassed to say it, those beautiful eyes would always wave back and forth unconsciously, and finally stayed at the lower left corner.
So she stood up and filled each of them with a big bowl.
"It's great, I don't know how to cook, and I'm afraid you don't think it tastes good." She said.
The bowl placed in front of Ye Peitian floated white and fat gnocchi. On the surface of the soup were verdant green onions and a few shining sesame oils. The white heat steamed up and moistened his eyebrows.
The last time she cooked sweet oatmeal, it was her favorite food, which can be said to be a coincidence.
This time, both the cooking method and the ingredients are his familiar appetite since he was a child. He has never stood on a chair and cooked this kind of food countless times before the pot was high.
He couldn't believe it was a coincidence. But he didn't want to ask, his fingers rubbed a little under the table.
It has been too long for anyone to talk to him like this, dine with him, accompany him through the night, and smile at him.
No matter what she wants.
It doesn't matter.
Ye Peitian said in his heart.
As long as she is real.
A gentle girl staying in the castle of the devil aimlessly, accompanied by such an inhumane monster like him, made him feel uneasy about being born in an illusion, making him afraid that he was just in the illusion of an enemy Zhong has not yet woken up.
There was a slight uneasy sting in his heart. He finished his food in silence, got up and walked slowly upstairs.
I returned to my bed and listened carefully. From the silent castle, there were murmurs and footsteps.
Not long after, the sound of the man's footsteps slowly walked up the stairs and knocked twice outside his door.
"I bought a potion, which is very effective against corrosion."
Chu Qianxun carried this large bag of medicines in his hand, which were used for trauma, burns, oral administration, anti-bleeding and anti-corrosion, and placed them gently on the cabinet beside Ye Peitian's bed.
Ye Peitian raised his eyes to look at her. His eyes were dark with a little expectation that Chu Qianxun couldn't understand.
"need my help?"
Chu Qianxun thought that the man who was already able to move would refuse, but unexpectedly waiting for a moment, the man hummed.
Chu Qianxun laughed. She didn't know what Ye Peitian was struggling with, but she was a little happy that Ye Peitian could accept her help.
She drew out her pocket knife neatly and proceeded to disinfect it. Treating wounds is an essential skill for every soldier who survives in this era. Warriors like her who often fight on the battlefield are no longer stuck because of the hideous wounds. Hand time.
The body with his back slightly bent in front of her was unusually thin and pale, but as tough as steel.
The sharp knife cut away the pain of the carrion, not only didn't make him make a sound, even the calm face didn't make any waves. Chu Qianxun's sword didn't hesitate at all, her young body was as steady as a rock, and she didn't let a half-minute tremor appear.
"Does it hurt?"
The man's thin lips moved, "I am the immortal."
"I know you won't die, I'm asking if you will hurt." Chu Qianxun said.
Ye Peitian pursed his mouth.
"If it hurts, just say it, I'll try to light it up." Chu Qianxun cleaned the wound quickly, applied some medicine, and then wrapped a white bandage around his abdomen.
"These are all bought with your own money, so there is no need to thank me."
Chu Qianxun stood up. She raised her hand and looked at the back of her hand. There was a burning pain there. When treating the wound, she accidentally splashed a little bit of rot from the wound. The rot was indeed very domineering. It had rotted a small piece, and it was corroding into the depths of the muscle.
It hurts just like a small drop. She couldn't imagine how painful Ye Peitian's abdomen wound should be. If it wasn't for the powerful recovery ability, the knife penetrated the abdomen, not to mention that he could walk and eat well, I am afraid that the whole person is now corroded.
Chu Qianxun shook the back of his hand and applied a little potion on it. Ready to turn around and leave.
Her hand was held by someone,
Ye Peitian stretched out his hand to take the small knife from Chu Qianxun's hand, and made a cut in his palm, then he took Chu Qianxun's hand and smeared his blood on Chu Qianxun's corroded fingers with his fingers. On the back of his hand.
The deepening wound immediately stopped. Ye Peitian’s fingers slid back and forth on the wound, and red blood kept flowing along the pale fingers to the back of Chu Qianxun’s hand until the wound was visible to the naked eye. The speed disappeared, and Ye Peitian curled up his palm and retracted his hand.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his upper body naked, wrapped in circles of snow-white bandages, soft curly black hair draped softly on the pale face, covering most of his eyebrows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
"Ah, thank you." Chu Qianxun reacted. Her hand was stained with that person's blood, and her wound was instantly healed. At this moment, it can be seen that the bone wound is no longer painful, and there is still residue on the back of her hand. The touch of the finger after touching it.
Ye Peitian put down his hand and did not answer. He was silent for a while, and slowly lay back on the bed with Chu Qianxun on his back.
Chu Qianxun returned to the room where he slept. This room was very large and the windows were opened so that you could clearly see the stars in the sky.
She spread soft quilts and fluffy pillows on the hard and cold bed, got into the quilt comfortably, and covered herself with warm quilts.
Chu Qianxun closed his eyes and thought of the narrow room where Ye Peitian slept, the cold bed without any bedding, and the thin body curled up in the corner wrapped in a bandage.
The next morning, Chu Qianxun was awakened by a burst of fragrance.
A seductive fragrance came from downstairs, awakening her stomach.
Chu Qianxun ran down the stairs barefoot, and there was a man standing in front of the kitchen counter. The man appeared to be a little overweight with a loose coat over his upper body.
Facing the pot and stove, he was busy methodically.
Hearing Chu Qianxun coming downstairs, he just turned his face and glanced, then stopped talking.
Chu Qianxun took a random wash, and sat down at the table, waiting expectantly.
She knew that Ye Peitian was very good at cooking, but she didn't expect that she would be lucky enough to taste it one day.
Before long, a pot of refreshing white porridge was placed in front of her. The tender fried egg cake was wrapped with ham, and the neatly cut small rolls were put together into a plate. There is also a small bowl of crushed fresh cucumbers that are pickled with salt, mixed with old vinegar and red pepper segments, tender autumn ears and yam are fried into a dish, and there is a soft garlic lettuce.
The ingredients are very simple, they were all bought by Chu Qianxun yesterday, but after different manual processing, it showed a huge difference in culinary talent.
Chu Qianxun took a sip of porridge and a side dish, feeling the pores all over his body clamoring comfortably from top to bottom.
The man's craftsmanship conquered her stomach instantly.
Even in the golden age before the advent of the magic seed, she seemed to have never had such a delicious breakfast.
"It's so delicious, wow, the world is beautiful. Your craftsmanship is really amazing." Chu Qianxun spared no effort to praise.
Ye Peitian raised his eyes, glanced at her, and lowered his head to drink porridge silently.
What a little he said.
But this did not affect Chu Qianxun's happy mood.
"It's not good for you to eat so elegantly. If you are in our team, you can only take the chopsticks and the dishes will disappear."
"But it's okay. Fortunately, I ate with me. I can't eat fast." Chu Qianxun said nonsense with his eyes open.
If she didn't know her for a long time and she needed to take into account a little image, she could almost kill the entire table of food in an instant, and no one would want to rob her.
Chu Qianxun drank three bowls of porridge in one breath before putting down his chopsticks patiently.
"You're almost better, too, I... I'll go back today." It was a normal farewell, and when he said it, Chu Qianxun unexpectedly found that he felt a little bit reluctant.
When she said this sentence, she immediately stopped when she saw the hand holding the chopsticks on the other side. After a while, the fingers moved slightly, and the chopsticks in her hand were slowly put down.
He obviously didn't say a word, Chu Qianxun suddenly felt a little intolerable today, as if he had done something particularly cruel.
I don’t know why, she feels that as long as she leaves here, this person will live a life of extreme loneliness, never open fire to cook, never talk to people, curl up in that small room every day, staying up all night. .
"Why don't I stay for another day? You see that there is nothing here. Is it inconvenient for you to go out and buy things? Would you like me to buy something for you?" Chu Qianxun gave himself a hard reason. Not too embarrassed.
"Yes, there are many."
The deep voice responded to this sentence very quickly, but did not specifically say what was needed.
By the time Chu Qianxun returned from a big purchase at noon, a table of dishes had been neatly arranged on the table.
The various patterns and colors are extremely complicated, almost making Chu Qianxun suspect that this man who seems to be calm and depressed spent the entire morning to prepare this lunch.
He sat at the table in silence, facing a dozen dishes, waiting for his return.
There was no expression on his cold face all the year round, but Chu Qianxun forcibly read his intention to stay from the expressionless face.