The rare complete cooking equipment couldn’t help her. She found a small stainless steel pot, opened the label and cleaned it. Then put it on the grate and boiled a pot of water. The few pieces that were found were placed. The long pasta was thrown into the pot. Although she didn’t find any other ingredients, he could eat fine noodles anyway, considering it a very good meal.
Chu Qianxun hummed softly, waiting for the white noodles in the pot to be cooked, and randomly looked at the hall of the castle.
The yellow sand was condensed into rammed earth, and flat walls and floors, as well as desks and chairs.
The life of the owner of the castle was obviously boring and monotonous. The clean tabletop and all the countertops with no extra decorations, were a solemn pale yellow.
In fact, the previous night, when Chu Qianxun brought Ye Peitian in, she couldn’t even find the room where he usually slept. Every room’s door was the same and had a hard bed made of sand and soil. She didn’t see any bedding. So she had to dismantle the curtains of a room for a temporary emergency.
Except for the large amount of books stacked in the kitchen and study room on the second floor, she could hardly see any trace of life in this castle.
Chu Qianxun stirred the noodles in the pot.
Ye Peitian could obviously send out an amazing number of high-level demons, but he seemed to have tortured himself deliberately, living in a deserted and lifeless castle.
A messy footsteps sounded at the stairs.
The person stumbled across the stairs near the dining room. First, the pale fingers grabbed the door frame, and then came the bloody face covered by the messy forehead.
He gasped and stared at Chu Qianxun for a while, and as if finally relieved, unable to support his body, he slid down the door frame to the steps.
“What’s wrong? What did you run down for?” Chu Qianxun came over and reached up to help Ye Peitian.
His body was icy cold, trembling uncontrollably.
“If it hurt so badly, what did you run down for?” Chu Qianxun said softly.
Ye Peitian lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Chu Qianxun remembered that he had asked her to leave before he fell into a coma the previous night. Maybe he wasn’t used to letting strangers live in his home.
But because he was overwhelmed and she treated his injuries, he unknowingly let her stay till the dawn. In this era of wasteland where life was difficult and everyone had a thick skin, and generally didn’t mind other people’s words, Chu Qianxun was slightly embarrassed.
She put Ye Peitian on the chair of the dining room, turned off the fire of the stove, and put a bowl of noodles in front of him.
“Can you eat it?” Chu Qianxun put a pair of chopsticks in Ye Peitian’s hands. His hands were really cold. How much blood had he lost?
“Eat it while it’s hot. Don’t worry, I’ll immediately leave.”
Ye Peitian was silent for a moment, reached out his hand, and pushed the bowl forward.
Chu Qianxun had a questioning expression.
“You…” Ye Peitian avoided her eyes. His clear eyes fluttered twice, “You first.”
Chu Qianxun finally understood that he was modestly allowing her to stay, rather than driving her away.
Her mood brightened in an instant. She pushed the bowl back, put another bowl of noodles in the pot, and sat down face-to-face with Ye Peitian.
“Let’s eat together.”
Ye Peitian’s slender fingers curled on the table, pondered for a moment, and finally spread out, picked up the chopsticks, and slowly picked out the noodles from the bowl.
The noodle soup was very light and had no taste, because it was only cooked in water and it even had a bit of bad smell.
But Chu Qianxun didn’t mind this, and ate with relish.
She suddenly remembered that Ye Peitian in her memory was a man with particularly good cooking skills. He was able to make, and also loved to cook all kinds of food. He must not be used to eating such clear soup white noodles.
Chu Qianxun quietly looked up at Ye Peitian.
Ye Peitian lowered his head and ate quietly. He picked a hanging white noodle and swallowed it as if it was a rare delicacy on earth.
The light in the castle was very good; there was light everywhere. The autumn morning sunlight penetrated through the window and hit Ye Peitian’s soft hair.
A little bit of water shook in the sun and fell into the steaming bowl.