My Boss, the White-haired Nun

However, Gong Ming didn't answer her question immediately, but turned his head away, smiled apologetically at the noodle stall owner, and said loudly.

"Okay, come here."

The boss replied, and deftly put a plate of raw wontons into the pot.

"I just told you that my hometown is this place." Gong Ming turned his head, glanced at the wontons in front of Sirin who hadn't moved a chopstick, raised his hand and pulled the bowl in front of him.

"But in fact, this statement is not very accurate. I have spent most of my life in the West. The last time I came back here was in the early [-]th century, and it was still the Republic of China. As for my birth, um... I was born It was nearly [-] years ago. At that time, the name of the country that ruled China was still called "Song". The houses at that time were not the style you see now. People lived in wooden, low bungalows. Common people wear coarse clothes, and scholars wear long gowns with wide sleeves. There were already peddlers at that time. The shouting is actually similar to what you hear today.”

Xilin raised her eyebrows, for a moment she didn't know why Gong Ming mentioned these things.

"Well, we were eating these things at that time." Gong Ming pointed to the wontons on the table. "It's just that at that time it wasn't called wonton, it was called soup cake."

"But meat was really expensive at that time. Even though I was a wealthy family back then, I had to know that it was very precious when I ate these things, although I didn't understand the so-called preciousness at that time. Ordinary people want To make a bowl of this kind of food, even if you are from a good family, you have to have the opportunity to do it during the festival." A look of reminiscence appeared in the man's eyes.

"After I went to the west, I never had the chance to eat these things again. When I was still in China, I never cooked, and I would not do it myself. After I went to the west, I found out most of them according to the taste in my memory. An indescribable failure.”

"So you want to say how meaningful the smell of this thing is to you?" Xilin looked at Gong Ming mockingly. "I'm afraid that will disappoint you. I'm sorry I can't empathize."

"No." However, Gong Ming shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Actually, I didn't mean to bring you here to eat wontons. Or what you eat is not important. The important thing is this place."

Sirin was taken aback.

"What you and I are doing now is the place where I was eating six hundred years ago." Gong Ming explained aloud. "At that time, my adoptive father was sitting here, and my adoptive mother was sitting there."

"Here, here, and those two places over there." The man closed his eyes, and outlined the appearance in his memory. "There should be four pillars supporting the roof. The large area around here is the room where we eat, the living room is in the front, the study is in the back, and the back garden is outside. From east to west, this It's all my home."

"There used to be a big mansion here." Gong Ming opened his eyes. "I have lived there for more than [-] years, and I used to be able to draw the patterns of the cornices with my eyes closed. I also have a fiancée who I love, and we recite poems together, read books and drink wine. This is where my life began .”

"But all of this was erased in time and turned into dust. Everything disappeared, and all that was left was me."

He looks around. "I can still smell the smell of the past when I stand on this land. But I know that there have been generations of people living here besides my time. They have all left their mark on this land. I The time of the world is long gone. Nothing remains but the breath in my memory."

"That's why I made my first stop here. I'll take you through my life again, and show everything in front of you. Then you might understand me, you What do you think?"

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Has this person lived a life...

Sirin pursed her lips.

I have to say that she was indeed curious about it when she heard the words, but it would make her feel a little unwilling to agree to his words so easily.

"What, this kind of coaxing tone." She pouted and complained. "I am the Herrscher, a god, the son of the true god, and..."

However, the man didn't respond to her words, he just dragged his chin and looked at the girl in front of him with a smile.The red eyes seem to be able to pierce people's hearts.

"Tch..." the purple-haired girl couldn't continue.Turn your face to the side. "Let me tell you first, it's not that I want to hear your life story. It's you who insist on telling me."

"Yes, yes." The man smiled even more. "I insisted on telling our Lord the Second Herrscher, so can Lord Shenming give me a piece of thin noodles?"

"Perfunctory." Sirin curled her lips, but did not say any more words of rejection.

"Then since you can listen to me." Gong Ming smiled, and pushed the last bowl of wonton stew he ordered in front of the girl. "Let's try it for the time being."

"you……"

The purple-haired girl bit her lip and looked at the white porcelain bowl in front of her. Inside, thumb-sized wontons were floating in the steaming soup. The soup was white and clear, and a few cyan grass leaves were mixed with the soup. There is a different kind of fragrance together.

"We won't stay in China for too long. There are so many things to eat in China. If you have to try all kinds of cuisines, if you miss this meal, you may not have another chance." The man put a white porcelain spoon on the into the girl's bowl.The corner of the mouth raised a slight arc.

There was obvious shake in the girl's eyes.

"Try it. If it doesn't taste good, how about leaving it to me?" Gong Ming said softly. "I've lived for too long, and I can't remember many things back then. But I still remember the soup cakes that my mother cooked for me when I was sick and bedridden when I was twelve years old."

"Your mother?" Sirin's expression suddenly became a little strange.It's like suddenly discovering something that should be taken for granted but feels strange no matter how you think about it.

"Although it's normal when you think about it, a guy like you with a face that was born to work and said, 'I was born with a lack of calcium and lack of love since I was a child' would actually have a mother, really. It's a weird feeling."

"What kind of description is this?" Gong Ming said a little dumbfounded, "It's a pity that I lack neither calcium nor love. It's better to say that both of these are quite overflowing. The environment you just mentioned Can you raise an arrogant guy like me?"

"That's true." The girl thought for a while, then nodded approvingly. "Although you have a hard-working persona, you are really an arrogant and over-the-top guy."

"All right, all right, can I be arrogant?" Gong Ming smiled helplessly. "However, no matter how arrogant a person is, there is actually a weak side in his heart. It's just that it's only shown to certain people."

Sirin was taken aback.

"As I said, my family is a rich family. Although she is not the biological mother, the woman I call 'mother' is also from a noble family." The man shook his head. "As a lady of the family, she had never been in the kitchen before that, and the bowl of wonton stew was actually not very good. But I will remember the taste for a lifetime."

"You will understand in the future. I have never met the feeling of being able to trust someone with [-] million percent since I left home. Even if it is the closest person, I will think about whether the person in front of me is The camouflage of an enemy, when I was eating a bowl of wonton stew at the roadside stall, I had to wonder if someone was pointing a gun at my head at this very moment."

When he spoke, his expression suddenly became serious for a moment, but the next second the man laughed.He reached out and ruffled the hair of the girl in front of him.

"But you can trust me with [-] million percent now, because if I have evil intentions towards you, you can't resist at all, and if others have evil intentions towards you, they will never be able to cross my wall." He said indifferently Said, the tone is calm, but there is an inexplicable murderous intent deep in the words.It seemed that it was not just for Sirin, but a warning for some rats in the dark.

"I am the strongest person in the world. So it doesn't matter who comes to the person I want to protect."

"Wu Lu Sai! I told you that this hair is very difficult to get!" However, the purple-haired girl who was pressed on the head didn't realize the hidden meaning in the man's words at all, and jumped up and slapped it off angrily. Gong Ming pressed his paws on her head, and shouted at the man full of shame and anger.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The red-haired man who was cold and stern like a killer just now started to scratch his head in embarrassment, and began to laugh apologetically. "Well... just a whim and a whim, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Where did you develop this strange habit..."

After Sirin re-tied her hair angrily, the relationship between the two became quiet again.The Second Herrscher lowered his head and turned his gaze to the white porcelain bowl on the table, and bit his lip hesitantly.

She spent most of her life in the research institute of the Tower of Babel.That kind of place where external variables are extremely controlled and even a lot of it is a sterile environment has developed her mild obsession with cleanliness, which is why there are stains on the table that have accumulated over the years and cannot be wiped clean. So repulsive.

But... the life of this man...