Chu Wen: ???

What is this operation?

Crazy?

For the next ten minutes or so, she watched Lu Hao take a large bowl, fill it with cold water, and soak a pack of soft instant noodles to make the dark dish.

My head hurts.

Being able to make instant noodles like this is considered to be top-notch, right?

I couldn't help but take a photo, opened my phone, and sent it to the small group of "three people".

The small group of three people naturally consists of Lu Hao, Chu Wen and Zhou Xiaomeng. Xiaomeng is still in school and usually lives in the dormitory. She only comes here on weekends.

The message was sent to the group, but Zhou Xiaomeng did not reply, probably because he had already fallen asleep.

"Is it tasty?"

Lu Hao stared at the instant noodles for a while, then rolled up a noodle with his chopsticks and carefully put it into his mouth.

“It smells like something out of the past.”

Lu Hao shook his head and smiled, eating with big mouthfuls, thinking about his former self who was poor and downtrodden but tough and fearless and devotedly pondering movies and stories, and suddenly he felt that the instant noodles were a bit fragrant.

He ate it all in big mouthfuls.

Chew on vegetable roots and accomplish great things. This is the guiding ideology of "Cai Gen Tan", a bedtime reading that I used to put next to my pillow.

"I'll write for a while, you go to sleep first."

While packing up the instant noodle boxes, Lu Hao thought for a moment and spoke.

"Then I'll go sleep in the study."

Chu Wen looked at him deeply, said something, turned around and went back to the bedroom to get a blanket.

"Why bother?"

Lu Hao smiled bitterly.

"I do!"

"Make it up, stay up late, and cultivate together!"