In one sentence, Tang Ping was stunned.

"what do you mean?"

"That's what I mean. This is not the Chang'an of your world. If it were, your every move will rewrite history, and your world will cease to exist."

"So this is a parallel world?"

"Well, you can understand it that way. If I had to explain it to you in detail, it would be difficult to understand it based on your IQ."

"I'll go..." Tang Ping didn't know what to say as the system despised his IQ.

But the scolding and anger will return, and the task still has to be done. Didn't you see that the task reward is to open the time and space transfer node?

This might be an opportunity for him to return to his original world.

But no matter how he asked, how to complete this task, System Xiaokong's answer was that he didn't know.

"Grrrr..." was the sound from Tang Ping's stomach. He touched his stomach and looked at his phone again. It was already past twelve o'clock. No wonder he was hungry.

Looking at Lao Cui who had fallen asleep, and Du Laosan and Xiao Luo on one side, Tang Ping sighed.

No matter what, you still have to eat. Even if the city is destroyed, it will only happen in seven days, right? Can I still be hungry for seven days?

"What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll order something..." Tang Ping got stuck mid-sentence.

I usually eat at a nearby restaurant or order takeout at noon. I only cook a meal on a whim.

Just now he wanted to just order takeout, but thinking about it, even the mysterious Hungry Rider probably couldn't deliver takeout to Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, right?

"Do you still need to eat at noon?" Du Laosan was stunned. You must know that if you don't work in the fields or fight too much, everyone usually eats two meals.

"No lunch?" Tang Ping was also stunned.

Then he remembered some novels he had read. It seemed that most people in the Tang Dynasty only ate two meals a day.

But I don’t have this habit. If you ask him to skip a meal at noon, he will be hungry all afternoon.

And you can't eat it by yourself, let Lao Cui and the others who just saved you watch from the side, right?

"Do you eat spicy food?" Tang Ping asked Xiao Luo.

Xiao Luo shook her head.

"I eat, I eat, the spicier the better. It's not my fault, brother, there is no spicy food that I can't eat!" Lao Cui said while lying on the recliner.

"You are a wounded person, what can you eat spicy food?"

Tang Ping asked Du Laosan again, then took a handful of noodles and went to the small kitchen upstairs.

Well, the refrigerator upstairs does have electricity, and the natural gas stove also has gas.

Not to mention anything else, at least my small shop still maintains water, electricity and three-way connections.

Boil water and cook noodles while frying four eggs.

After a while, four bowls of omelette noodles were ready. After thinking about it, I peeled off a piece of ham sausage and put it in another bowl of noodles.

This is already the limit of Tang Ping's cooking skills.

I found a tray, took four pairs of chopsticks and went downstairs.

"Huhu..." Lao Cui and Du Laosan sniffed their noses: "What does it smell like? It smells so good!"

"Just a bowl of noodles for each person!" To be honest, if it was in the past, Tang Ping would really not be able to serve guests with just a bowl of omelette noodles.

But now, we can only make do.

Both he and Du Laosan wanted spicy food, but there was no chili oil in the store, so they used Lao Gan Daddy to make do with it.

After sharing the noodles with several people, Tang Ping took a bite and looked up at the three of them, only to find that none of them had moved their chopsticks.

"Why don't you eat?"

"This...is this noodles?"

To be honest, the three of us have lived together for decades and have never seen noodles like this. For a moment, we didn’t know how to use chopsticks.

The noodles are as white as snow and even in thickness. An egg looks burnt and golden for some unknown reason, and even though I don’t know what the pink thing is, the smell of the noodles makes me appetizing.

"Okay, let's eat! If it's not enough..." I wanted to say that I would do it myself if it wasn't enough, but I was afraid of the trouble, so I said, "If it's not enough, I'll find something else for you to cushion."

"Enough! Enough!"

After swallowing two mouthfuls of saliva, they were really attracted by the taste. Xiao Luo and Du Laosan both picked up their chopsticks.

Xiaoluo is okay, at least she looks more polite when she eats.

Du Laosan, on the other hand, ate so much that he couldn't bear to spit it out even if it burned his mouth. He took a few breaths, then swallowed it, and then took a second bite.

Lao Cui, on the other hand, was unable to eat noodles because of an injury to his hand. He could only watch Du Lao San winding up and swallowing his saliva anxiously: "Du Lao San, are you the reincarnation of an evil spirit, you bitch? At least you are too.

Feed me a few bites!"

Looking at the way they were eating noodles, even Tang Ping's appetite had improved a lot. While eating, he asked: "Old Cui, Lao Du, you have fought in the war, right?"

"Of course I have been beaten, Xi Liu!"

"Bai Liu! Hey, little brother, Du Laosan and I were the first ones to rush into Chang'an back then!"

When talking about their past achievements, both of them looked proud.

"Then what do you think we can do to repel the Turkic army outside the city?" Ask professional questions to professionals.

Now Tang Ping has access to the most professional people in fighting, namely these two old soldiers who are huffing and puffing and eating noodles.

The two of them paused for a moment. After looking at each other, they asked with some confusion and excitement: "Doesn't my little brother have a way to retreat?"

In their opinion, although this little brother Tang Ping looks weak, everything around him is full of mystery and unknown, even if there is a magical method to retreat the army.

"Well...because I came down here to practice, my magic power has been blocked by my master. I can't use large magic spells unless my life is in danger, and small spells can't make the Turks retreat..." Tang Ping's words made the two of them slightly disappointed.

"The Turkic army outside the city is led by their Jieli Khan, who is also a famous Turkic general. It will be very difficult to repel them!"

Tang Ping nodded. If these two old soldiers had a way to retreat, they would not eat noodles with him here.

"If, I mean, if we can repel the Turks, what do you think is the most likely way?" Tang Ping continued to ask without giving up.

The two looked at each other again and said affirmatively:

"The current strength of the troops in the city is not superior to that of the Turkic army. If we want to repel the Turks, we probably have to attack at night!"

"It's just that Jili Khan will definitely not give us such an opportunity. In fact, General Cheng led his men to attack the Turkic camp at night at the beginning, and he was ambushed and almost couldn't come back."

"Night attack?" Tang Ping nodded. According to the movies, TV series and novels he read, night attack can often win with less.

But what he could think of could not be thought of by many generals of the Tang Dynasty?

"Thinking back to the battle with Dou Jiande, we relied on night attacks to win."

"That's right, I remember that our brothers sneaked into Dou Jiande's camp, set fire to it and shouted that Dou Jiande had been killed, and then killed him randomly. It was really refreshing!"
Chapter completed!