Zhang Ye was hungry. Zhang Lu and company made him nervous. The Heavenly Queen had nearly been discovered, resulting in Zhang Ye’s heart being on tenterhooks. He turned on the stove and prepared a bowl of Guamian noodles, eggs and some green onions. He was sick of eating instant noodles. So he wanted to eat Guamian noodles to have a change of taste.
He slurped it up.
As he was eating, the Heavenly Queen suddenly closed the book, “Give me the book.”
“Ah?” Zhang Ye said with the noodles forming a beard on his chin, “Take it, I have plenty anyway.”
Zhang Yuanqi glanced at him, “’Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.’ Did you write that?”
“Who else could it be?” Zhang Ye laughed, “Why? It’s not bad, right?