Chapter 397 Dinner at the Theater
When Chen Ling opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window had darkened. He glanced at the clock on the wall and slowly sat up.
He walked into the courtyard and found that in the house of his third senior brother Wen Renyou, the smoke was rising and drifting in the air with the evening breeze of the starry night.
"Is it time to go for a meal?"
Chen Ling found the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen and walked straight to the house of his third senior brother.
The place where they lived was like a plateau, with almost no pollution. The starry sky above their heads was like the crystal light sand sprinkled by God, extending to the end of the sky. The outline of the snow-capped mountains in the distance was majestic, huge, sacred and majestic.
Chen Ling felt that this place was a bit like Tibet. Of course, he had never been there. Before he traveled through time, he was like most other people, thinking that one day he would go to such a place to pursue the meaning of life. Unfortunately, his endless studies when he was young and his endless classes when he was older strangled his dream in the cradle.
A red dress fluttered in the cold evening wind, but Chen Ling did not feel the chill, but a sense of relaxation as if the whole person was empty. Here, whether it was the disaster, the fate of mankind, the realm and the Nine Lords, they all seemed to be temporarily forgotten. Here, Chen Ling was just Chen Ling. The houses were not far apart, and Chen Ling's house was in the center, the closest to any of the senior brothers and sisters' houses. However, after walking for two or three minutes, he arrived at the door of the third senior brother. Chen Ling was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but suddenly hesitated. "Wouldn't it be bad to just eat like this?" Chen Ling had experienced the "human relations" before crossing over. In that era, if you went to someone's house to eat, you had to bring something with you, right? What's more, they were not particularly familiar with each other, even if you carried a bag of fruit. But where can you buy such things in this place? Just when Chen Ling was struggling, a voice sounded from behind:
"Junior brother, why don't you go in?"
Chen Ling turned around and found that the senior brother Ning Ruyu was walking from his home, holding a bowl and chopsticks in his hand, looking at Chen Ling with some confusion.
Chen Ling saw the rice bowl in Ning Ruyu's hand, which was a circle bigger than his own, and was suddenly stunned:
"Senior brother, why is your bowl so big?"
"Oh, I usually eat more, and the third brother is very stingy. He doesn't take much with a small bowl, and he doesn't help to add rice, so he just takes a bigger bowl."
Chen Ling:
Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Senior brother, I just entered the sect and brought a bowl to eat. Don't I need to bring some gifts for my senior brother?"
Ning Ruyu raised his eyebrows and looked at Chen Ling with puzzled eyes.
"Junior brother, what are you talking about?"
Chen Ling opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain the four words "human relations and worldly affairs" to Ning Ruyu. It seems that people like Xidao Guzang don't know much about this aspect.
Ning Ruyu didn't wait for Chen Ling to say anything more, and directly pushed open the door and walked in with big strides.
In the middle of the third brother's room, there was a pure wooden eight-immortal table. Mojiao was already sitting on the edge with his bowl and chopsticks, with his head down as if he had merged with the table and chairs. Chen Ling almost didn't see him.
Opposite him, Luan Mei sat quietly, and nodded when she saw Chen Ling and the others coming.
Ning Ruyu sat down beside her, and Chen Ling also sat on the other side.
Mojiao saw him coming and asked with a smile:
"Junior brother, is that bed comfortable?"
Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, and immediately recalled the bed with the sheets and quilts neatly tidied, and said sincerely: "Comfortable, thank you, senior brother."
Four bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table. Luan Mei, Mojiao and Chen Ling's bowls were all the same size, but Ning Ruyu's was a circle larger, which looked particularly conspicuous.
Just then, another figure walked in happily.
The master, who had transformed into a beautiful boy, was holding a rice bowl the size of a wash basin. The chopsticks in the rice bowl clanged as he walked, as if a beggar had walked in from outside.
"Third brother! The master is here!" he grinned.
The tall third brother came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. When he saw the rice bowl in his hand, his face froze, and veins appeared on the back of his hand holding the spatula.
He snorted coldly and turned back to the kitchen silently. Soon after, the sound of washing rice was heard.
Bang
The young man put the rice bowl on the table, making a crisp sound.
He looked at the small bowl in front of Chen Ling and couldn't help but say, "Sixth Brother, your bowl is too small. Let's not talk about comparing it with the fifth brother. At least you have to use the same bowl as me."
"" Chen Ling said with a stiff face, "No, I can't eat that much"
Ning Ruyu seemed to remember something,
"Master, where is the fifth brother?"
"He, he has something to do, so he won't come to eat today."
Ning Ruyu was stunned for a moment, but still didn't ask, just nodded silently.
Chen Ling looked at the third brother busy in the kitchen and said in confusion:
"Xidao Guzang, doesn't it have the ability of concrete virtuality? In this case, why do you still have to cook for yourself?"
When he just arrived at Xidao Guzang, Ning Ruyu took him into the movie chef to eat a French steak. There should be countless food-themed films included in Xidao Guzang, and you can make any flavor of dishes with just a little effort.
The young man looked at Chen Ling and answered slowly:
"The play is the play, and life is life. The closer you are to the play itself, the more you have to keep a distance from it. Otherwise, the play and reality will be indistinguishable."
"Usually, the third brother cooks, but if we get tired of it, we will occasionally go to the play to improve the food." Ning Ruyu added.
While everyone was talking, Wen Renyou walked out of the kitchen carrying several plates of food and placed them in front of everyone one by one.
What surprised Chen Ling was that these dishes were not as luxurious as expected. At first glance, they were home-cooked dishes that were easy to prepare and tasted good. Some of them Chen Ling could also cook. If there's anything special about it, it's that the portions of these dishes are huge, and you'll definitely feel full.
Wen Renyou took away the boy's rice bowl, filled it with most of the rice, and then placed it on the table. The other brothers did the same.
"Give me the bowl." The tall Wen Renyou stretched out his hand to Chen Ling and said calmly.
Chen Ling handed the bowl over, and after a while, a full portion of rice was placed in front of his table.
"Thank you, senior brother." Chen Ling said.
Wen Renyou took his bowl and chopsticks and sat down on the table, and everyone started to use their chopsticks. Chen Ling tasted a few bites of tomato scrambled eggs and green pepper and potato shreds. The taste was indeed much better than what he had made.
The young man sitting opposite Chen Ling grabbed the chopsticks in his hands and frantically shoveled rice into his mouth like a spatula, eating in a very wild manner.
The corners of Chen Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and she silently ate most of the food in the bowl before tentatively asking:
"Master, when can I learn the secret method of opera?"