Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 68: Exclusive Oil-Splashed Noodles

The clothes here didn’t suit her taste at all and were far from what she needed.

Luckily, Sister-in-law Fang across the hall was a skilled seamstress, well-known in town. Song Qingya could ask her for help making a few outfits.

Sister-in-law Fang had mentioned before that she wouldn’t ask for any payment if she sewed clothes for her family.

But Song Qingya didn’t want to take advantage of her, so she proposed giving her half a catty of white sugar for each piece of clothing.

Sister-in-law Fang was so thrilled by the offer that she slapped her thigh in delight.

She immediately declared she could handle any amount of fabric Song Qingya brought her!

After dinner, Song Qingya had Fei Jin call Old Luo to arrange a meeting for the upcoming weekend.

Once the date was set, Song Qingya began to seriously ponder what dishes to prepare. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

After all, Old Luo was a comrade-in-arms who had faced life and death with Fei Jin, so hosting him naturally demanded more care and attention than an ordinary guest.

Song Qingya chewed on the end of her pen as she slowly wrote out a menu under the lamplight.

She wrote down crispy-skinned duck, then thought for a moment and crossed it out.

"No, that’s too greasy," she muttered to herself.

Next, she considered stir-fried yam but was still unsatisfied.

"This is too plain. With no meat dish, it won’t seem very welcoming," she mumbled, her brow furrowed.

While Song Qingya was at the table, completely absorbed in writing the menu, Fei Jin propped his chin on his hand and watched her quietly.

The dim yellow light spilling over her made her look even more enchanting.

Noticing his focused gaze, Song Qingya sighed, still chewing on her pen.

"You could at least give me some ideas! Don’t just sit there staring like a fool!" she urged, a little anxiously.

"Qingya, don’t worry. It’s not that hard. Old Luo is an easygoing guy; he’s not picky about food," Fei Jin comforted her.

’Back in the day, we ate grass and tree roots. What is there to be picky about?’

He recalled those difficult days, his heart filled with a rush of emotion.

Song Qingya snorted softly.

She felt that everyone had their own preferences, and you couldn’t just throw something together carelessly.

"How could I do that? I have to plan it properly. Everyone’s tastes are different. For example, you like mild food, while I like bold flavors. How can they be the same? Ajin, you were comrades for so long. You must know what he likes to eat, right?" Song Qingya asked.

Fei Jin thought for a moment and said seriously, "I never paid attention to what he liked to eat. But he’s from Shanxi, so he likes noodles."

His memories of Old Luo were all from the battlefield; he didn’t know much about his food preferences.

Noodles!

She had just mastered an exclusive recipe for "oil-splashed noodles" with a unique flavor.

It was the signature dish of Mrs. Wei, the protagonist of *The Little Chef Maiden*.

"Okay, I’ve got a plan!" Song Qingya exclaimed excitedly.

She immediately picked up her pen and jotted down a list of the food she was going to prepare.

After finishing, Song Qingya made a satisfied mark on the paper.

Then she stretched comfortably, her whole body relaxing.

Just then, she looked up and saw the man’s gaze locked tightly on her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Song Qingya asked, puzzled, but felt a faint sweetness in her heart.

"Because you’re beautiful," Fei Jin answered frankly.

Hearing this, Song Qingya’s cheeks flushed slightly.

"Even with the most beautiful person, don’t you get tired of looking after a while?" Song Qingya asked softly.

"Never." Fei Jin gently cupped her face, gazing at her with deep affection. "I’ll never get tired of it in this lifetime."

Hearing these words, a happy smile bloomed on Song Qingya’s face.

"Let’s turn off the light," Fei Jin suggested gently.

"What? Turning it off so early?" Song Qingya asked, a little surprised.

’It seems a little early for that.’

"It’s not early. It’s almost nine," Fei Jin explained.

"You’re just looking for an excuse to turn off the light, aren’t you? We stayed up too late yesterday. We can’t do that again today."

"I promise it won’t be too late this time," he quickly added.

"Really?" Song Qingya was still half-convinced.

Although she still had her doubts, she agreed as the light in the room slowly faded and the atmosphere grew more intimate.

The night grew deeper, and it was quiet outside the window.

It wasn’t until nearly midnight that Song Qingya felt a deep exhaustion and couldn’t help but start to doze off.

"Fei Jin, you liar... How could you break your promise again..." Even so tired, she forced herself to stay awake just long enough to complain.

"I was wrong." Fei Jin didn’t try to defend himself, admitting his mistake directly.

She snuggled into the man’s embrace.

’I hope time can slow down, just a little more.’

’Her life with Fei Jin had just begun; they still had a long, long road ahead of them.’

Then, she slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

She sank into a world that was both familiar and strange.

...

「In the dream.」

A vast expanse of white snow covered the land.

Song Qingya didn’t know where she was.

The place gave her an indescribable sense of familiarity, yet it also felt utterly alien.

This place seemed to connect the past and the future.

She walked for a long, long time, the snow crunching under her feet.

All around her was absolute silence.

The place seemed to have no end.

No matter how far she walked, an endless expanse of white always stretched before her.

’Where is this?’

The question in her mind grew larger.

’How did I get here?’

’Am I really in a dream?’

But everything around her felt so real that she couldn’t tell dream from reality.

A small point of light appeared ahead.

Song Qingya quickened her pace, her heart filled with anticipation.

As she got closer, she saw a sturdy, broad back.

"Fei Jin!" she cried out in pleasant surprise.

Although the man was wearing a thick military greatcoat, Song Qingya could still recognize him at a glance. It was Fei Jin—the person she cared for most in the world.

The man turned his head.

It was Fei Jin, but not the Fei Jin of the present.

He had wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a few strands of white were mixed in his hair. He looked to be in his late thirties.

This look of premature aging made Song Qingya’s heart ache.

’Prematurely aged.’

’Is this Fei Jin at thirty?’

’Why has he become so haggard?’

’Could it be... that I didn’t take good care of him?’

Song Qingya shouted his name. "Fei Jin! Can you hear me?"

She was practically screaming.

But he couldn’t hear her.

Fei Jin continued to walk forward without a word, as if completely lost in his own world.

At this moment, Song Qingya was just a spirit.

She followed Fei Jin across the street.

Pedestrians bustled back and forth around them, completely oblivious to the invisible spirit in their midst.

Fei Jin couldn’t see her either.

He was like a man sealed in a shell, completely cut off from the outside world.

Watching his lonely, desolate back, Song Qingya felt a wave of inexplicable sorrow rise in her heart.

On the bustling, prosperous street, countless vendors were hawking their wares.

In that moment, it was as if time had stood still.

Song Qingya froze. This wasn’t her era.

This era was filled with a modern atmosphere.

She began to wonder if she had truly traveled to another time.

By this time, private enterprise had been fully liberalized.

The street vendors were freely running all sorts of businesses.