The Host of Fast Travel Is the Villain

Nanxian blinked and took out a White Rabbit toffee from the sleeve of his luxurious and complicated Hanfu. She pushed aside the sugar coating and put it into her mouth. The aroma of milk instantly swept over her tongue. Then, she took out a bucket of pickled cabbage instant noodles. The chicken soup just cooked on the stove exudes a strong fragrance, and the mist keeps rising. Nanxian unpacked the instant noodles, took a rag and held the handle of the pot firmly, pouring the chicken soup into the noodles. After that, she took out her mobile phone from her sleeve and started playing with it. Trojan looked at the host's operation with black question marks on his face. Who I am? Where am I? What am I doing? Isn't this ancient times? Where did the host get these?