Considering the adventures that would follow after 11 p.m. tonight, Yun Wei finally decided to order only a bowl of noodles.
After all, Lunagal Academy is already considered one of the top aristocratic academies on the entire continent. The double dorm rooms are spacious enough, with a wide wooden table next to the archway after entering, and a stone fireplace right next to the wooden table, allowing students to be completely self-sufficient.
"Just a bowl of noodles? Anything else you want?"
Isaac found it hard to believe; he felt that Yun Wei's request was far too simple, which even made him slightly dissatisfied.
His master could have made more demanding requests of him, but his politeness and unfamiliarity only made him feel sullen.
Just as Yun Wei was eager to distance himself from him, this made him feel somewhat frustrated.
You have to understand, hundreds of years ago he was a very popular figure, and everyone was eager to flatter him and curry favor with him, although he himself didn't care about any of it back then.
Yun Wei sat quietly by the stone table, examining the two bunches of eagle tail flowers. Hearing this, he looked up and saw Isaac looking at him with disappointment.
His deep-set eyes drooped, looking aggrieved, like a large, dejected canine.
He found it somewhat amusing and could only say, "Then let's have another fried egg. Isaac, we have things to do tonight, and I'll get sleepy if we eat too much."
“Okay, then wait a little longer, it’ll be ready soon.” Isaac shrugged helplessly, turned his back, and started fiddling with the long wooden table on the other side.
As he neatly laid out the ingredients and tools on the wooden table, he lit the fireplace and manipulated the wind elements in the air to drive all the smog emitted by the burning fire into the flue above the fireplace.
My hands moved methodically, but I still felt a little regretful.
He should have known better than to let Yunwei order.
Anyway, his master is very easy to feed; no matter what he makes, he will eat it all up.
Thinking of this, Isaac felt much better. He didn't even realize how gentle and serene his smile was under the fire.
Yun Wei, who was lazily leaning back in his chair, glanced past the intertwined eagle tail flowers on the table and landed on Isaac, who was busy by the fireplace.
He was deeply ashamed of the filthy and lustful thoughts that had been rising in his heart, yet he still couldn't help but offer a word of praise—
Isaac really suits white shirts because a well-fitting and crisp shirt can subtly showcase his most prized asset as a man.
Whether it's that narrow waist that looks resilient or that broad shoulders that look reliable, combined with the firm, perky narrow hips and straight, long legs that are hidden under the hem of the shirt.
This is fucking sexy!
He'll feed you down there.
Suddenly, a slightly suggestive joke from his previous life popped into Yun Wei's mind.
He lowered his head hastily, as if he had been burned.
His earlobes turned crimson, but the melodious tinkling sounds from Isaac's side continued to reach his ears.
Two months ago, he never dreamed that such a strong and elegant man would now be rolling up his sleeves, tying on an apron, and intently preparing dinner for him by the fireplace.
When he occasionally turned his head, the intensely focused expression on his sculpted, perfectly handsome face did not diminish his masculinity in the slightest; on the contrary, it added an immense amount of sexual tension that made Yun Wei's blood boil.
But why is the other person being so nice to him?
He found it hard to accept the other person's almost one-sided sacrifice with a clear conscience, because he always knew that on the other side of the scale representing the gain, a price had already been paid.
And that price might be another bargaining chip that leaves him penniless and heavily in debt.
But humans are such strange creatures, always yearning for everything they dream of. Yun Wei was no exception; even though he knew he was merely drinking poison to quench his thirst, he still chose to deceive himself.
The calm before the storm, Yun Wei prayed silently in his heart, please let it last as long as possible.
...
The noodles were ready quickly.
Isaac placed the soup bowl and cutlery in front of Yunwei, then walked over and sat down on the other side.
A rich aroma wafted over, and Yun Wei couldn't wait to pick up his fork.
The pale yellow dough was cut into neat little sticks, not thin strips, but even and orderly, arranged at the bottom of the bowl, and the steam wafting out carried the sweet aroma of grains.
The noodles are topped with a carefully prepared meat sauce—
After careful selection, the lean and fatty meat is first chopped until it is tender and chewy. Then it is stir-fried in olive oil with garlic cloves, chopped onions and other spices until crispy. Then, it is added tomato puree and mashed potatoes that have been cooked in advance. After stewing together until it bubbles, it is seasoned with honey, salt, white pepper and other seasonings to make a smooth and refreshing sauce.
The meat sauce is sprinkled with dried herbs such as rosemary, basil, and sage, as well as ground black pepper. As the heat from below intensifies the aroma, it releases an extremely rich and intense fragrance after the initial pungent aroma of the sauce.
Of course, there was also a bright, runny egg with a clear yellow and white color lying on the side of the bowl. When Yunwei touched it slightly with his fork, a rich, fragrant egg yolk broke through the skin and flowed out with gravity, running down the layers of noodles like a honey river.
It looks completely different from the noodle soup of my previous life.
Yun Wei stirred a small ball of noodles with his fork and carefully put it into his mouth. After all, there was an extremely elegant and handsome man from the Middle Ages sitting opposite him, which made him slow down his movements and become more refined.
Medieval wheat flour, unlike the carefully cultivated wheat varieties of later generations, was coarse and astringent. However, the strength used in kneading, the control over the length of resting time, and the exquisite knife skills effectively compensated for the shortcomings of the raw materials, giving the noodles a unique and fresh flavor.
The sweet egg yolk, the tender sauce, and the chewy noodles, along with the magical spices, perfectly blend these three flavors, leaving diners with a lingering, delightful taste.
Yun Wei's eyes lit up, and he no longer cared about being reserved. He started eating with his fork and began wolfing down his food once again. It was hard to believe that this was a young man who had become thin and dejected a month and a half ago due to anorexia.
Isaac watched Yun Wei eat with relish in silence, and his previously restless heart calmed down.
Is it really that delicious?
He couldn't help but pick up his fork, take a strand of noodles from the small bowl in front of him, and put it in his mouth.
Having been cursed into an undead creature, he had long since lost his sense of taste and appetite, making eating a meaningless act. The warm noodles he ate were nothing more than a tasteless sensation on his tongue.
But as he gazed at his master sitting opposite him, who was completely absorbed in savoring his food, he couldn't help but feel a little hungry. His nose twitched as he gently inhaled the life force emanating from the other's neck, and he couldn't resist picking up another strand of dough and putting it in his mouth.
...
After dinner, Yun Wei sat contentedly at the stone table, waiting for night to fall.
He had volunteered to clean up the mess, but Isaac chased him away with a look of disgust.
Yun Wei was still thinking about the scene when the other party had just bickered with him, and unconsciously pursed his lips, his eyes filled with a smile—
"Are you planning to use water arrows to smash all the plates?" Isaac ruthlessly snatched the fork from Yun Wei's hand. Seemingly realizing he had been a bit harsh, he then comforted him, "Everyone has things they're good at and things they're not good at. For example, you're really not good at dealing with the kitchen, which is normal, Yun Wei. You should accept it."
So what exactly is he good at?
Yun Wei lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.
They excel at learning from books, memorizing texts, and mechanically repeating a task...
From that perspective, he seems to be very good at being a magician.
Thinking of this, he obediently took out the magic book that Isaac had lent him, "The Guide to Becoming a Magic Apprentice: Ten Practical Level 1 Spells You Must Master." This was also the only magic book Isaac had. Along the way from Red Moon City, Yun Wei would take the time to read it whenever he had a spare moment.
Yun Wei skillfully turned to the title page, glanced at the author's name, but his gaze suddenly stopped.
Raphael Rose.
That surname sounds familiar. Where have I seen it before? Where was it? Yun Wei couldn't remember for the moment.
He continued reading the introduction:
"This book has been selected three times as a recommended work by the Moonflower City Magic Apprentice Association, and was edited with the participation of the Archmage of the Rose family! Dust Blowing, Lightness of Body, Wall Raising, Stone Skin, Purification, Fire Control, Water Control, Shield Breaker, Illumination, and Light Healing—these are the ten basic spells that you, as a magic apprentice, must master! May your magic tree shine ever brightly, and may the branches of time flourish luxuriantly!"
The Rose family.
He had been so busy learning the ten basic spells in the book that he hadn't noticed this.
He must have heard of this family somewhere before.
“It’s a good thing we weren’t born in the same era, otherwise I would be under a lot of pressure,” Isaac said from a distance.
Having finished tidying up, he hummed an unknown tune happily as he walked towards Yun Wei. After glancing at the magic book in Yun Wei's hand, he winked exaggeratedly, "Our great magician is even studying after dark!"
Although he said that, he thoughtfully cast a "Light Spell" in mid-air and then adjusted the intensity and position of the light sphere so that Yun Wei could see it more comfortably.
"Thank you, Isaac."
Don't be so polite with me.
Isaac was about to say that when Yun Wei suddenly asked, "Do you know about the Rose family?"
Isaac paused for a moment, then saw that the master's fingertip was resting on the author's name, and immediately understood why Yun Wei had asked that question.
He sat down opposite Yun Wei again, crossed his arms, and leaned forward—a posture in preparation for a long talk.
Unexpectedly, even though the two stopped traveling at a breakneck pace, their tradition of "talking by the fire" remained unchanged, which made Isaac feel a little excited.
On his pale, strong index finger, a sapphire set in a pure silver ring shone brightly, and within a foot, the matching rings on Yun Wei's hand complemented it perfectly.
The two people's fingers were so close together, they seemed almost within reach.
"The Rose family is one of the three major vassal families directly under the Second Dynasty's royal family, and is most favored by the royal family for their expertise in magic. They command one of the empire's three major legions, the Blacksock Legion."
"You probably remember the kingdom north of the Red Moon Kingdom, which is now called the Blackso Kingdom."
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