Chapter 66: "Ms. Holmes" failed to make instant noodles late at night...
Ye Wan recently discovered that Youan had a little secret. One night, it rained heavily and she rushed out in her pajamas to close the door. She saw Youan sitting at the table in the living room. There was a newspaper on the table with a pinch of salt on it.
It was like he was performing some strange ritual alone.
The sound of rain outside was like a waterfall, hitting the glass windows heavily. The moment Ye Wan went downstairs, he put away the bag of salt and asked her, "Why aren't you sleeping so late?"
"What are you doing with a pinch of salt?"
"It's late, you should go to bed early."
"What are you doing with a pinch of salt?"
"It's raining heavily outside. I'll go close the window right away."
"What are you doing with a pinch of salt?"
You An finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Please prepare a pinch of salt in case you suddenly want to make salt-baked chicken."
"Is that so? I almost believed it."
She nodded and went to the kitchen to get a pack of instant noodles: "I'm hungry, do you want to come and have some midnight snack?"
The instant noodles were traditional braised beef noodles that she bought at a strange shop. They were imported delicacies from another world and were a bit pricey, but they were delicious instant noodles after all. Ye Wan reluctantly bought a large bag of them, not even willing to buy the boxed ones.
She took out a ceramic bowl, put the noodles, dehydrated vegetables and seasoning packet in it, then took the copper kettle from the fireplace and poured boiling water into it. White mist and fragrance rose together, and even the winter air became warm.
Ye Wan picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, blew on it and put it into his mouth, then drank two mouthfuls of hot soup, and finally finished the whole bowl of noodles and soup.
Youan sat aside and watched her.
"What are you looking at me for? I have noodles on my face."
"I want to eat too," he said.
Ye Wan was a little speechless and specially brought him a larger amount of instant noodles. The man said leisurely from behind: "Please make me a fried egg, thank you."
"Do you want cilantro?"
"want."
The next day was a sunny day.
Ye Wan felt that the door hinges of the tavern needed to be replaced. Business had been so good recently that the weathered thick wooden door opened and closed repeatedly, raising a lot of dust.
Due to the "vampire incident", the tavern was almost full of bounty hunters and adventurers. Youan had been elusive these past two days, so Ye Wan had to hire two people.
One is the chef, Old Barton, introduced by Dorothy. He lives in the small hotel at the back and comes from a place called Humpback Island on the sea. All the residents there are hunchbacks, and the king is also a hunchback, but the king's name is "Upright".
This may be the legendary saying, the more you lack something, the more you call for it.
Old Patton was very good at cooking with tomatoes, especially borscht, which was very delicious. He was not talkative and would stay by the stove all day when he was working. When he was not working, he would sit by the stove to rest. He did not ask for a high salary, but he would drink two glasses of brandy every day.
The other is the girl Tita, who comes from Kakahai, a black tribe. Her skin is as black as chocolate, yet has the smooth luster of milk chocolate. She came all the way to the royal capital with the dream of becoming an excellent chef.
Tita is very enthusiastic, but she is obsessed with novels about knights and princesses, and sometimes she acts a little immature.
Ye Wan was very satisfied with both employees.
Recent diners, such as bounty hunters, do not need delicious or exquisite food, just large quantities and strong flavors. Old Patton is grilling a whole rib of beef on the grill. The ribs are brushed with oil and sizzling. A mountain of potatoes is stewing in the pot, and there is a lot of black bread in the oven.
Ye Wan went to ask Mrs. Pellowa early in the morning to order a truck of the strongest whiskey, which was very suitable for these diners.
Emma came here to eat after visiting the store. She was not very satisfied with the beef ribs and stewed potatoes. She wanted to eat the snail noodles.
The smell was a bit strong, and the tavern was full of people who were not easy to deal with, so Ye Wan cooked a bowl of snail noodles for her in the courtyard.
"I'm so sorry, but we can't eat this in the hall. I'm afraid those menacing-looking bounty hunters might deliberately pick a fight with us."
Emma didn't care about this: "Oh, it doesn't matter where you eat it, but I think the bounty hunters will forgive me. After all, snail noodles are such a delicious thing. Even if someone who loves snail noodles goes to see Merlin, Merlin will forgive her generously."
"A beautiful world blooms for those who love to eat snail noodles." She ended with an exaggerated aria, then buried her head in slurping the noodles.
Ye Wan praised: "Your words rhyme quite well. You would be a good bard."
Emma finished a large bowl of noodles, wiped her mouth and remembered something: "Oh, I remember when I came in just now, I saw Youan talking to that vampire hunter."
That beautiful vampire hunter with her dashing short red hair...she is very beautiful, but then again.
"I'm not bad either." Ye Wan thought confidently.
She pretended to be super casual and said, "Oh, really?"
Emma asked, "Do you want to know what they are talking about?"
"Well..." Ye Wan hesitated.
Emma stood up: "Oh if you don't want to know I'll leave first."
Ye Wan quickly hugged her thighs: "Oh no, no, no, I want to know, please tell me."
Emma showed a triumphant smile: "Actually..."
Ye Wan: "Actually?"
"It seems they are discussing weapons to fight vampires, such as silver crosses and holy salts."
"Holy salt?" Ye Wan thought of the pile of salt placed in front of You An last night.
"He wouldn't want to deal with the vampires alone, would he?" Ye Wan thought worriedly.
By the afternoon, all the guests in the tavern had left. Ye Wan paid Old Patton and Dita their wages for the day and let them go to rest.
Youan returned to his attic silently.
He wore a convenient windbreaker today, with the silver sword hidden at his waist, ensuring that it was always with him and that he could take it out easily when in danger.
Then he bent down and meticulously tied the laces of his boots. Finally, he took the deerstalker hat from the hanger, and the shadow cast by the brim of the hat just covered the pair of cold smoky crystal eyes.
Ye Wan must be still busy in the kitchen. The sound of water running from the faucet and the clatter of dishes coming from the kitchen sounded natural and pleasant.
The heavy old oak door closed again.
The sound of the kitchen faucet stopped, and Ye Wan jumped out of the kitchen like a rabbit, then secretly stuck to the window and saw Youan's back gradually disappearing through the glass.
Muffin came running over and climbed onto her shoulders.
"There's something fishy about him... He's wearing a deerstalker hat, and I'm pretending to be Sherlock Holmes... Maybe he wants to explore that scary vampire mansion outside the city."
Ye Wan rushed back to the bedroom quickly. She picked out the most inconspicuous gray cloak from the closet. The cloak was so large that it could cover most of her face.
"Come on, Muffin, and let us see what case Mr. Holmes has chosen to investigate on his own this time."
Ye Wan transformed herself into a detective, following You An not too far away, making full use of small food trucks, billboards, etc. as cover.
Youan noticed something, her heart skipped a beat, and she pretended to be very interested in the mannequin in the shop window.
"Oh Muffin, look at this dress, it's really nice. Maybe it would be nice for me to buy one and wear it." She said nonsense loudly while secretly looking at Youan.
"Squeak!" Pancake patted her face and pointed at the window.
There was an ugly pair of flowery men's shorts in the window, and the mannequin was holding a ukulele. The uncle who was setting up a food cart next to it was looking at Ye Wan with horror.
It's like she has some mental problems.
Ye Wan blushed and walked away silently.
There happened to be a newsstand on the side of the road, so she bought a magazine and used it to cover her face at the critical moment.
She had a safe journey and saw Youan looking at the bulletin board at the door of the city hall for a long time, then walking around the magnificent Roman column gate of the city hall and getting off the underground ring train station.
The underground train platform was complicated and crowded with people. Ye Wan walked for half a day but couldn't find Youan.
She was a little anxious, and beads of sweat appeared on her nose.
A low and helpless voice sounded from behind: "You've followed me all the way, aren't you tired?"
Ye Wan paused awkwardly, as if the pause button had been pressed, and she continued to tiptoe in a funny manner.
In the distance came the faint roar of a train entering the station.
You An sighed, and with his pale, slender fingers, he helped her tie her cloak. "What a poor actor you are, Miss Detective."
Youan took her to the train.
"When did you know I was following you?"
"Probably when you yelled for those ugly pants," said Euan.
Ye Wan's face was so hot that you could fry an egg on it.
The train swayed gently on the track, and she swayed gently too, like a blade of grass in a crack in the ground.
It would be great if there really was a crack in the ground for her to crawl into.
Ye Wan thought.
The magazine she bought saved her. Ye Wan hurriedly opened the magazine and covered her face with it.
He was pulled down by Youan.
He looked unhappy. “Since when did you start watching Flower Girl?”
"Flower Girl" is a fashion and entertainment magazine for female readers. It features muscular handsome men and publishes high-definition photos of muscular handsome men of different races. These handsome men are from different races, such as human knights, elf archers, and orc warriors.
However, the publication has been established for nearly 50 years and has never invited dwarfs. The magazine's president responded with disgust: "They are too short. We only want handsome men who are over 6 feet tall."
It is said that the dwarves even protested in front of the magazine office.
In short, Ye Wan picked up a very distinctive magazine. She remembered that this was also Mrs. Pellowa's favorite magazine. The cover model of this issue was an orc, a half-naked orc holding a dumbbell and smiling at Ye Wan.
You An snatched the magazine away: "Confiscate it."
"Hey, Youan, you can't be jealous of the orc warrior just because you don't have eight-pack abs." Ye Wan said impartially.
He gave a sinister smile, "Oh, really?"
Ye Wan didn't dare to say anything more, because she keenly realized that if she said one more wrong word, You An would recite some evil curse and kill everyone on the train.
In her silence, the train slowly drove out of the underground tunnel.
She saw the legendary Twilight Manor from the distant rolling mountains.
Like a sleeping beast, crawling in the bloody dusk.
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