I'm not a drama god

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 to the courtyard and found that in the house of the third senior brother Wen Renyou, smoke was rising slowly and drifting in the air with the evening breeze of the starry night.

"Is it time to go get some food..."

Chen Ling found the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen and walked straight to the third senior brother's house.

The location where they live is like a plateau with almost no pollution. The starry sky above them is like the crystal light sand scattered by God, extending to the end of the sky... The outline of the snow-capped mountains in the distance is majestic, huge, sacred and majestic. .

Chen Ling felt that this place was a bit like Tibet. Of course, he had never been there himself. Before traveling, he, like most other people, thought of going to such a place one day to pursue the meaning of life. Unfortunately, he could not finish learning when he was young. The endless classes Xi attended when he was older strangled his dreams in the cradle.

A red coat was fluttering in the cold evening wind, but Chen Ling didn't feel it was biting. Instead, she had a sense of relaxation that made her whole body feel empty. Here, whether it is a disaster or the fate of mankind, the realm and the nine Both you and I seem to have been temporarily forgotten...

Here, Chen Ling is just Chen Ling.

The houses were not far apart, and Chen Ling's house was in the center. It was the closest to any senior brother or sister's house. After walking for two or three minutes, he arrived at the door of the third senior brother's house.

Chen Ling was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, but suddenly hesitated...

"Isn't it good to just eat like this...?"

After all, Chen Ling had experienced the "customary sophistication" before time travel. In that era, if you went to someone else's house to have a meal, you had to bring something with you, right? What's more, they are not particularly ripe...even if they carry a bag of fruit.

But where can I buy such a thing 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 her elder brother Ning Ruyu walking from her home, also holding bowls and chopsticks in her hands, looking at Chen Ling with some confusion.

Chen Ling was suddenly startled when she saw the rice bowl in Ning Ruyu's hand that was bigger than her own:

"Senior Brother, why is your bowl so big?"

"Oh, I usually eat more, and the third guy is very stingy. He doesn't even fill a small bowl with it, and he doesn't even help me add rice... I just get a bigger bowl."

Chen Ling:......

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Senior brother, I brought a bowl to eat as soon as I entered the master's door... Don't you need to bring some gifts to senior brother?"

Ning Ruyu raised her eyebrows and looked at Chen Ling with confusion in her eyes.

"Junior brother, what are you talking about?"

Chen Ling opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to explain the four words "humanity and sophistication" to Ning Ruyu... It seemed that people like Xi Dao Guzang didn't know much about this aspect.

Ning Ruyu didn't wait for Chen Ling to say anything, she opened the door and walked in with big steps.

In the center of the third brother's room, there was a pure wooden Eight Immortals table. The end corner was already sitting on the edge with bowls and chopsticks, with his head lowered as if he was integrated 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 Chen Ling approaching.

Ning Ruyu sat down next to her, and Chen Ling also sat on the other side.

Mojiao saw him coming, so he smiled and asked:

"Junior brother, is that bed still comfortable?"

Chen Ling was startled for a moment, then immediately recalled the neatly made bed with sheets and quilt covers, and said sincerely: "It's comfortable, thank you, senior brother."

Four bowls and chopsticks are placed on the table. Luan Mei's bowl, Mojiao bowl and Chen Ling's bowl are all the same size. Only Ning Ruyu's bowl is slightly larger and looks particularly conspicuous.

At this moment, another figure walked in cheerfully.

I saw the master who transformed into a handsome boy, holding a rice bowl the size of a basin. The chopsticks in the rice bowl clattered with his footsteps, as if a beggar came in from outside.

"Lao San! My teacher is here!" He grinned.

The tall figure of the third senior brother came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. When he saw the rice bowl in his hand, his face became condensed, and veins appeared on the back of the hand holding the spatula...

He snorted and silently turned back to the kitchen. Soon there was the sound of washing rice.

boom--

The young man put the rice bowl on the table with a crisp sound.

He looked at the small bowl in front of Chen Ling and couldn't help but say, "Lao Liu, your bowl is too small. Not to mention comparing with Lao Wu, you have to use the basin like your teacher."

"..." Chen Ling said bravely, "No, I can't eat that much..."

Ning Ruyu seemed to have remembered something,

"Master, where is the fifth child?"

"He, he has something to do, so he won't come to eat today."

Ning Ruyu was startled for a moment, but she still didn't ask further questions and just nodded silently.

Chen Ling looked at the third senior brother who was busy in the kitchen and said in confusion:

"Xi Dao Guzang, doesn't he have the ability to visualize and virtualize? If so, why do you still need to cook for yourself?"

When he first arrived at the Xidao Ancient Collection, Ning Ruyu took him to have a French steak in the movie "Chef". There should be countless food-themed films in the Xidao Ancient Collection, and he could conjure up anything with just a move of his hands. Dishes with the right taste.

The young man looked at Chen Ling and replied unhurriedly:

"A play is a play, and life is a life. The closer you get to the 'play' itself, the more distance you have to keep from it... Otherwise, the difference between play and reality will be indistinct."

"On weekdays, the third child cooks, but if we get tired of eating, we will occasionally go to the theater 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 make 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 the boy's rice bowl away, 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 over the bowl, 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 asking tentatively:

"Master...when can I learn the secret method of opera?"