The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

The front of the card showed Yang Yuan's blank face.

Song Ruan laughed until his stomach ached. He sat at the table and kneaded for a while before taking out the card from his backpack.

The moment the card was taken out, a faint light lit up in his hand, and at the same time, the card disappeared from his hand without a sound.

Instead, it was Yang Yuan's hand.

Song Ruan's hand and his were tightly clasped.

This is the second principle of the backpack. When it is put into the backpack, Yang Yuan's time is stopped.

And when Song Ruan took out the named card, the backpack returned the time that belonged to Yang Yuan to him.

This is the real, stagnant time, spanning life and death.

"What happened just now?"

If it is an ordinary person, they will definitely not find out the mystery, at most they will think that they have been fooled.

But Yang Yuan was different, his identity different from ordinary people made it easy for him to notice the subtle difference at that moment.

"Have you found it?"

Song Ruan patted the backpack, "That's it."

Yang Yuan looked around the strange-shaped thing for a moment, and frowned slightly, "What the hell is this? A new magic weapon you got?"

Isn't it enough to have the red bead magic chain?

There was a trace of grievance in his tone.

"..."

But Song Ruan didn't notice it at all. After thinking about it, he had no choice but to make a mistake, "Well, this is my magic weapon. It can hold seven items."

He repeated the three principles in the reward description with Yang Yuan again.

"So miraculous?"

Yang Yuan rubbed his chin, he glanced at Song Ruan secretly from the corner of his eye, and when he wasn't paying attention, he grabbed Song Ruan's hand and stretched it into the backpack!

Song Ruan was caught off guard, and his hand fell into the backpack all of a sudden, and his whole body couldn't help but crooked, and almost fell down.

"........."

After a breath, the light flourished.

Yang Yuan knelt on the ground, a little unconvinced, "Why? Why me again?"

Song Ruan looked at his pitiful appearance, and couldn't help laughing, "This trick is useless to me... After all, I am its owner, how could it let it put me in."

It was Yang Yuan, because he grabbed Song Ruan's hand and reached into the backpack, so the backpack automatically judged that the host brought the items, so Yang Yuan was turned into a card.

Yang Yuan failed to make trouble, and said in a lack of interest, "Then you got this thing, do you want to pretend to be something?"

Song Ruan thought for a while and didn't answer him, but took out the recipe from the drawer and put it in his backpack.

He looked again, and there was only one card left in the backpack.

Song Ruan took it out and looked at the recipe written on the back.

It seems that if you put more than one item of the same category, the backpack will automatically classify it as one large item.This also avoids the problem of finding items that take too long and cannot be found later.

Song Ruan put the oil drum, salt shaker and Tang bottle in again.

All of a sudden, there were four cards in the backpack.

In this way, it would not be a problem to deal with Mr. Chen's appreciation meeting.

But, I still feel like something is missing.

"..."

Song Ruan raised his head suddenly, his eyes locked on Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan: "???"

The vast sky stretching as far as the eye can see is as blue as washing.The clouds are thin, one after another, like white silk, extending endlessly to the top of the mountain thousands of miles away.

"Cold?"

Yang Yuan held Song Ruan in his arms, turned his head and saw the slightly pale face, he felt more pity in his heart, raised his hand, and let his wide sleeves block Song Ruan's eyes.

"It's ok--"

Song Ruan just thought about how much wind can be blocked by just this thin sleeve.

However, before he could say these words, he suddenly felt that there was no trace of coldness on his face anymore—that piece of sleeve, which looked so thin, was firmly and warmly blocking his eyes.

"Thank you."

Song Ruan's heart warmed up, and he blurted out a word of thanks.

It's just that he is not used to saying this kind of words, and he doesn't like the embarrassing atmosphere that will be faced after others say no thanks.

So before he could wait for Yang Yuan's reply, he couldn't wait to change the subject, "How long will it be?"

"almost."

Sure enough, Yang Yuan didn't notice his little thought, he pointed to a white dot in the distance, "That's where we're going."

"Of course, if I point it out to you like this, you must not know it. Because before you, no one was lucky enough to walk up that mountain."

"However, you must be familiar with its other name...it's called Buzhou Mountain."

"Buzhou Mountain??"

Song Ruan said in shock.

Seeing his surprised expression, Yang Yuan couldn't help feeling a little proud.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Hold it well."

"what?"

Song Ruan hadn't recovered from the thought of "Buzhou Mountain was not knocked down", when he heard Yang Yuan say such a sentence, he didn't react for a while, and asked blankly.

Soon...he understood.

Like an arrow leaving the string, Yang Yuan led him to the sky.

The blue sky that can be seen underground, seems to have been washed once, and has gradually faded its original color.

The sun shines on the clouds, like layers of golden waves.

Song Ruan stretched out his hand, the golden waves buried his fingertips, and then slipped away from between his fingers, leaving only a thin layer of mist on Song Ruan's fingertips.

He turned his head and heard Yang Yuan's breathing clearly in the bitter wind.

Yang Yuan seemed to have noticed his gaze, she turned her head and smiled at him, then held his hand tightly, and flew towards the top of the snow mountain with Song Ruan.

With a radius of thousands of miles, only Buzhou Mountain stands majestically, covered with snow.

When the sun rises in the east, the sun spreads on the vast white snow, reflecting the fine and rippling bright golden light.

Bu Zhoushan put on a gold-haired coat, brilliant and forever lonely.

Yang Yuan hugged Song Ruan and slowly fell down.

It wasn't until the feet landed firmly on the ground that Song Ruan realized that what he was stepping on was no longer soft snow, but thick layers of hard ice.

"The snow here has not melted for many years, and when it piles up, it turns into ice."

Yang Yuan saw the doubt in Song Ruan's eyes.

Then he wrapped his slender and soft fingers into his palm, "It's cold here, don't let go of my hand."

Only then did Song Ruan realize that from the fingers they held together to the whole body, they were all warm.

Yang Yuan held him carefully, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Come with me."

He took Song Ruan around and came to the sunniest place on the snow mountain.

It was a corner of Buzhou Mountain, stretching straight to the sun.

The sun has been shining for many years, melting a shallow layer of ice.The water flowed down the slanted angle of the mountain corner, and the warm water gathered below, gradually melting the ice under the body. Over time, a pool of water was formed, and the melted ice water continued to flow down the pool. The water was tinkling and crystal clear.

This is where Yang Yuan fetched water last time.

Song Ruan sighed, "So it's ice water from Buzhou Mountain, no wonder it tastes so sweet."

I don't know how many years the sun has been shining, and it can barely converge into such a pool of water.

He took out a small sachet from his sleeve, opened it, and what was inside was a miniature backpack.

Song Ruan took out the backpack, put it back to its original size, and took out a card from it.

The card shimmered for a while, and the light dissipated, and a medium-sized leather water sac appeared in his hand.

This is a magic weapon made by Yang Yuan to make drinking water more convenient. It can hold two buckets of spring water.

In order to ensure that Song Ruan would not be frozen to death by the snow in Buzhou Mountain, Song Ruan could only hand over the water bag to Yang Yuan, help him remove the plug, and then let him fill it with water.

Two buckets of water were quickly sucked into Yang Yuan's water bag, Song Ruan turned it upside down curiously, and found that the water bag was still the same as before.

I can't feel its heavy weight at all.

Song Ruan was even more strange.

Yang Yuan is not an ordinary person, he has always known this.

But there are still mysteries about him.

For example, what is Yang Yuan's true identity?For example, Yang Yuan's magic weapon can have the same ability as his salt shaker?

Song Ruan wanted to know, so he asked directly.

"I?"

Yang Yuan was a little surprised, but he always responded to Song Ruan's request and answered every question, "I don't know either. I'm probably... the only monster here."

"only?"

Song Ruan opened his eyes slightly.

"Yeah." Yang Yuan said calmly, "I didn't notice it at first, I thought everyone would open up their spiritual wisdom like me, and then slowly cultivate, and finally take the shape of a human being."

"But it's been so many years—I can't remember the specifics, maybe more than 300 years. My friends died one after another. During this time, I have traveled to almost all corners of the world and searched for every mountain, but all No second monster other than me was found."

He spread his hands, his smile looked a little helpless, and he seemed a little lonely, "I don't know when my life will end, because there is no second person to tell me. I can only... to find out by myself."

"..."

Song Ruan didn't say a word, he was not good at words, at this moment, looking at Yang Yuan's eyes that were deeper than this pool of water, he couldn't even think of words of comfort.

How long has Yang Yuan been alone before he discovered this Buzhou mountain, which is difficult for ordinary people to climb to the top?

"So, thank you."

Yang Yuan smiled slightly, stood on tiptoe, and patted Song Ruan's head tenderly and pamperingly, "I finally feel the flow of time again."