Jing Yu looked at the words on the thermos box and chuckled.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Yun Tuan just picked up the chopsticks and put them down again.
"No, the housekeeper used to like to imitate my and Jinghe's fonts, deliberately making them crooked, trying to amuse the children. Although he failed, over time, he learned the fonts we used in junior high school."
Jing Yu picked up the chopsticks, checked the seal, opened the thermal box, and a warm aroma instantly wafted out.
Yun Tuan seemed to be able to imagine a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples, deliberately imitating the calligraphy, trying to coax the children, but the two teenagers were extremely calm, and even had a bit of disgust at the childish behavior of adults.
"Wait a minute, is this the font you used in junior high school?"
Yun Tuan said curiously.
"No, it's Jinghe's. I started writing regular script in junior high school." Jingyu pursed his lips and stirred the noodles.
There is a lot of ingredients and the mixture is not evenly mixed.
It’s a bit nerve-wracking.
"Boss, you are so gentle. At times like this, your strength will work wonders. Mix it well before it tastes delicious. Otherwise, one chopstick will be salty and the other will be bland, just like opening a blind box."
The clouds didn't look very good, so I almost started to help stir them.
Unexpectedly, Jing Yu seemed to be competing with her, but he stirred slowly and politely, just shy of writing the words "I'm dying of you" on his face.
Yun Tuan looked away, ate the noodles with concentration, walked to the balcony and looked at the bell that appeared inexplicably.
Someone specially sent five bells. What is it for?
Could it be that... they didn't know the mechanism of the paradise, but they figured out that most of the people had their souls changed, so they went out overnight and gave the few who were wandering around a magical weapon?
Oh, that's too bad.
The magic weapon was disinfected by her.
Yun Tuan squatted next to the water basin and sighed, but those people could not be "recruited". No matter how many bells there were, they would only be able to recruit some local people with grievances.
She looked at the brass bell that had lost a little rust in the disinfectant water, and she didn't know who to look for first.
Mr. Zhao passed away unexpectedly, and she couldn't remember anyone else...
The cloud moved the water basin under the sun and stayed there for a while.
It took a long time before Jing He came over. His face was cold and turned into a hard lump.
"Xiao Yun Tuan! Sister Tuan! Can you do me a favor?" Jing He shouted while holding the thermos box.
"What are you doing?" She stood up and looked at the lunch box in Jinghe's hand, "Do you want to warm it up?"
"Yes, my brother tried to help me, but I sternly refused. He would only turn the noodles into a black mess." Jinghe shook his head, with a trace of dark engine oil on his forehead.
"Overtime pay."
The cloud took over the thermal box.
"I just transferred it!" Jing He shook his phone screen consciously, and a transfer record of "2888" was clearly listed.
"Okay..." Yun Tuan turned around and entered the kitchen, making a fuss about the operation, "By the way, how is Lao Wang?"
"He was poisoned and is still in a coma. The doctor said that the bones of his left little finger were dissolved. Maybe the poison was too strong?" Jing He held his stomach and sat at the dining table.
"There are at least thirteen sets of passwords hidden in the papers on his computer. The first and second papers he wrote died a long time ago." Jing Yu typed on the keyboard, and the flat mirror reflected the cold light of the computer screen.
"Hey, what encrypted information did those authors leave behind?" Yun Tuan turned on a small fire and stood by the stove.
"About eyes, about faith, and...immortality."
Jing Yu compiled a table and used various algorithms to integrate it, and the conclusion was very complicated.
"Is it immortality again? Why doesn't Lao Wang try to find the Penglai Island? What if the emperor is still alive? What if he just found a substitute and went all the way back to the northern foot of Mount Li on his behalf?" p>
Yun Tuan shook her head. She really didn't want to think about those weird things in Silent Valley.