The original god of the Jyota Jinchūriki

Chapter 137 Master Mao is the Matchmaker

"I didn't pay much attention before, but now I look carefully. I didn't expect that Ping not only looked old, but her heart was no longer young. Sigh, Guizhong's death had a huge impact on her."

"That lively and cheerful little girl who always hangs around Morax may never come back."

When Ruojin borrowed the Dust-Clearing Bell from Grandma Ping, Ruotu Dragon King had no interest in observing Grandma Ping. After all, when Ruojin called his old friend Grandma Ping, Ruotu Dragon King always felt that his generation had unknowingly become much lower.

But there was nothing he could do as Grandma Ping kept nagging about the things between Ruojin and the little girl named Xiangling. The perception of the Dragon King Ruotu was connected to Ruojin, and when Ruojin was observing Grandma Ping, the Dragon King Ruotu accidentally discovered that the little girl whose eyes were always full of cleverness, seemed like a different person now, with only kindness for a younger generation in her eyes.

"Boss Ruo Tuo, hasn't Grandma Ping always looked like this?"

In Ruojin's impression, Grandma Ping seemed to have always been like this. When Xiangling first became Grandma Ping's disciple, Ruojin had also seen Grandma Ping. So many years have passed since then, and even the clothes she wore have not changed.

"When Ping was young, she was considered pretty among the immortals. Moreover, relying on her young age, she would pester Morax whenever she had time. Now that I think about it, humph, it's better not to mention the past."

Ruo Tuo Dragon King snorted in dissatisfaction and fell into silence. He was silent, but Ruo Jin was very curious. He really couldn't imagine what Grandma Ping looked like when she was young.

When he arrived at Wanmin Hall, he found that Xiangling was rarely busy in the hall. Master Mao said that a Xumi merchant invited Xiangling to cook a meal in exchange for a Xumi recipe book. It seemed that there was an important guest to be entertained. As for who the important guest was, Master Mao did not ask in detail. As long as he was not a member of the Fatui Clan, Master Mao had no objection.

He chatted with Master Mao in Wanmin Hall and soon it got dark. People who were working in Liyue Harbor came one after another. When Master Mao was too busy, Ruo Jin even played the role of waiter and helped serve the dishes for a long time.

With the arrival and departure of diners one after another, Ruo Jin still had not waited for Ying, whom he had agreed to meet at Wanmin Hall. Looking at Yue Li who was already hung high outside, Ruo Jin thought about a question more than once in the gaps between serving dishes: Could it be that Ying was detained by the merchant because he did not have Mora to pay for the things Zhongli bought?

But this possibility is not very high. After all, Zhongli can send the bill to the Hall of Rebirth. So why did it take so long for Ying and Zhongli to buy something? Could it be that Zhongli wanted to find some fairy beast to pull the coffin during the fairy delivery ceremony? Ruojin was puzzled by this.

After seeing off the last group of people who were eating there, Master Mao wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the teapot beside him and drank most of the tea.

Maybe he felt more energetic after drinking tea. Master Mao put down the teapot, pounded his back and seemed less tired. Looking at the plates piled in the sink, he said with some emotion.

"It's really not okay to refuse to accept aging. When I was young, I wouldn't feel tired even if I cooked for a whole day, let alone a meal. But now, it's not possible."

"Master Mao, what you said is true. With your physique, you can work for another thirty or forty years without any problem."

"Haha, you're the only one who can talk. Come on, Ajin, what do you think of my daughter?"

Ruojin's words made Master Mao laugh out loud. Master Mao knew when Ruojin and Xiangling became sworn brothers when they were young. Since that day, Master Mao began to observe Ruojin. It is no exaggeration to say that he watched Ruojin grow up. It is because Master Mao knows what kind of person Ruojin is that he thinks it is a very good choice to entrust Xiangling to Ruojin. At least after he leaves, no one in Liyue Harbor will dare to bully his daughter.

"Xiang Ling, I think Xiang Ling is very good. Master Mao, why did you suddenly ask this?"

Ruojin picked up the teacup and drank the tea without thinking too much. He replied casually. Hearing that Ruojin also thought Xiangling was very good, Master Mao seemed to have made up his mind and walked up to Ruojin, patted Ruojin on the shoulder and said, "How about I marry my daughter to you? When the time comes, I will give you the entire Wanmin Hall as a dowry."

Master Mao's words made Ruo Jin unable to hold back and he sprayed the tea in his mouth all over Master Mao's face. He never expected Master Mao to say such words. Master Mao, who was sprayed with tea in his face, was not angry, but showed a hearty smile. Looking at the seriousness in Master Mao's eyes, Ruo Jin knew that Master Mao was not joking.

This made Ruo Jin a little panicked for a moment. He had never thought about the things between him and Xiangling before. Now that Master Mao suddenly brought it up, Ruo Jin really didn't know how to answer Master Mao.

Master Mao has been running Wanmin Hall for many years and has come into contact with all kinds of monsters. He could see the panic on Ruojin's face at a glance. Instead of being angry at Ruojin's panic, Master Mao felt a little happy. Isn't it because Ruojin is interested in his daughter that he is panicking?

"Master Mao, Xiangling is still young, she can't..."

"Since you are young, you should wait a few more years and settle the matter first. I want to ask you, boy, do you like my daughter?"

Master Mao's straightforwardness made Ruojin shyly nod slightly. After getting along with Xiangling for so many years, it would be nonsense to say that he had no ideas at all. Now that Master Mao asked, Ruojin simply admitted it openly. Seeing Ruojin nod, Master Mao excitedly patted Ruojin's shoulder and shouted loudly.

"That's all. Why are you talking so much? Boy, I agree to the matter between you and my daughter. No matter what your relationship with that Hall Master Hu is, I only have one request. You can't let my daughter suffer any injustice."

"If my daughter is wronged, I will definitely not let you go easily."

"Dad, you can't talk to Brother Jin like that!"

At some point, Xiangling was already standing at the entrance of Wanmin Hall with a flushed face. Not only that, Xiangling's eyes were evasive and a little excited when she looked at Ruojin. In the end, everything turned into a silly laugh. Hearing that his own daughter, who hadn't even gotten married yet, was speaking for that brat Ruojin, Master Mao suddenly felt a pang of pain in his liver.

Looking at Ruojin grinning foolishly at his daughter, Master Mao directly drove Ruojin out of Wanmin Hall and pulled Xiangling into the house. Although he, as a father, supported Xiangling and Ruojin being together, he was very unhappy when he really saw his little cotton-padded jacket with another man.

"Brother Jin, come to Wanmin Hall for dinner in the morning. I will make you delicious Xumi dishes~"

When Master Mao was about to close the door of Wanmin Hall, Xiangling shouted to Ruojin outside the door. Ruojin shook his hand to indicate that he heard it. Looking at the interaction between his daughter and Ruojin, Master Mao felt even more upset. His darling daughter learned a new dish but didn't cook it for her father first. Master Mao became more and more angry and picked up the teapot and drank all the remaining tea in it.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? You can't sleep at night if you drink too much tea."

"It's okay. I've been very irritable lately. I need some tea to calm down. Go to bed first, my girl."

"Sleep? No rush, I'll prepare the ingredients to make a new dish for Brother Jin tomorrow morning."

Ton ton tun, inside Wanmin Hall, there was another round of tea drinking sounds, accompanied by the dissatisfied sound of rice crusts being trampled.

(End of this chapter)