The original god of the Jyota Jinchūriki

Chapter 384: Lively Wanmin Hall
"Boss, one serving of stir-fried pork slices, with more chili."

"One serving of boiled fish and two bowls of rice."

"Xiangling, are my crystal shrimps not ready yet? Chef Mao, don't just stand there washing dishes. There are so many customers, why don't you join Xiangling in cooking? You are in your prime, don't you want to retire?"

In Wanmin Hall, an impatient old customer urged Xiangling who was cooking in the kitchen, and then half-jokingly talked to Chef Mao who was washing dishes nearby. Because in the impression of this old customer, Chef Mao usually cooked with Xiangling when there were many people, and only when there were few people would he find a place to rest or wash chopsticks.

Now there are a lot of customers waiting for their meals in Wanmin Hall, and many new customers are coming in from outside Wanmin Hall smelling the aroma of food. So many people have come to Wanmin Hall, but Master Mao is just washing dishes, which makes this old customer curious.

"Hey, Old Wang, please don't rush my daughter. With so many customers, how can she not be slow? Wait for me, or go eat somewhere else."

While washing dishes, Master Mao glared at Old Wang, who was urging Xiangling to serve the dishes. Damn it, his daughter has been so busy that she hasn't even had a bite to eat. Why are you urging her?

"Wow, it was just a casual remark. Why are you so angry? Master Mao, you don't really want to retire, do you?"

Master Mao, who had been tossing the spoon for many years and had a muscular body, glared at him unkindly. The man called Old Wang by Master Mao also smiled awkwardly and began to change the subject. After all, if he, with his weak arms and legs, got into a fight with Master Mao, he thought it would be a question whether he could hold out until the Qianyan Army came to mediate.

"Retire? How is that possible? Isn't the Moon-Chasing Festival coming soon? Some foreigners are coming to visit our Liyue, so we'll be quite busy these few days."

"After being busy for a few days, I suddenly felt back pain last night. I went to see Dr. Baizhu, who said I was too tired recently and asked me not to cook for the next few days, otherwise my back pain would not heal."

Master Mao rubbed his waist which was covered with the plaster prescribed by Baizhu, and felt a slight pain after washing dishes and chopsticks for a while. This made Master Mao smile bitterly. Well, it seems that he can't do such work as washing dishes and chopsticks which requires bending over.

"Master Mao, you are exhausted. I thought you wanted to retire, but after hearing what you said, combined with the fact that I couldn't even find a place to eat when it was time for dinner, it seems reasonable that you are so exhausted."

As a teacher at the newly established Liyue Academy, Old Wang, who had been a private school teacher for most of his life, glanced inside Wanmin Hall and couldn't help but praise his intelligence.

Today his wife took his daughter out early in the morning to sell the ornaments they had made, so she didn't make lunch for him. In order to prevent the dining place from being overcrowded like the previous few days where he couldn't squeeze in, Old Wang let the students study on their own twenty minutes before school was over, and he slipped out first.

This decision made Old Wang feel that it was extremely correct. After only ten minutes, there was not a single empty chair in the Wanmin Hall. Not only that, there were even several foreigners standing outside the Wanmin Hall in the hot sun, queuing up for food.

Seeing this scene, Old Wang couldn't help but feel lucky. If he hadn't been smart enough to skip work for 20 minutes, he would have been like the other day, unable to even get in to eat. "These foreigners are too crazy. Rock King, please bless me so that I can find a place to eat with my wife and daughter at night."

Thinking about how his wife told him this morning before she left the house that they would not cook in the evening and that they could go out to eat together, Old Wang began to pray silently to the King of Rocks. After all, given the current situation, if the King of Rocks did not show up, he would definitely not be able to find a place to eat when he got off work.

Oh, it seems that I have to go to the dean Mr. Zhiyi in the afternoon to report it. Even if I can't let these teachers leave work early, I can open the student cafeteria in the college to teachers. At worst, they won't enjoy the all-you-can-eat policy for students.

When he thought about facing Zhiyi, Old Wang touched the few remaining hairs on his head with some distress. Although Mr. Zhiyi was a gentle person, Old Wang had lived for so long that he always felt that the Dean Zhiyi was not as easy to talk to as he seemed.

According to rumors, some suppliers who wanted to sell inferior products as good ones in the cafeteria of Liyue Academy have now been ruined, and this was said to be done by Dean Zhiyi and his men.

Just as he was thinking about how to report this issue to the Dean Zhiyi, Guoba brought a plate of crystal shrimps and placed it in front of Lao Wang. When Lao Wang saw the dish coming, he simply stopped thinking about other things. After all, he was just a teacher and these things had nothing to do with him.

Smelling the fragrance coming from the crystal shrimp, Lao Wang's index finger moved and he put one directly into his mouth. In an instant, the taste of the crystal shrimp exploded in Lao Wang's mouth, which made Lao Wang squint his eyes in enjoyment.

"Poor Xiangling, she has to cook for so many people by herself. I suggested that Wanmin Hall be closed for a few days, but she refused to do so."

While Old Wang was enjoying the crystal shrimp, he glanced at Xiangling and Guoba who were busy in the kitchen. Master Mao felt sorry for Xiangling. If he had known that so many people would come back to Wanmin Hall today, he should have followed Liuliting's practice and limited the number of guests each day. But now that the guests have come, he can't just drive them all away.

Alas~ If only that traveler was here, he could completely entrust that traveler to help Xiangling with cooking. Since Xiangling had mentioned the cooking skills of the traveler Ying, Master Mao really wanted to issue a commission to Ying. Even if it cost more Mora, Master Mao, the old father, was reluctant to let his daughter Xiangling be so tired.

Unfortunately, Master Mao has never seen the traveler again since he left Liyue. However, recently some Inazuma people often talked about the traveler when they came to Liyue to visit the Moon-Chasing Festival. It seemed that the traveler had done something big in Inazuma.

"Alas, no matter what you say tomorrow, I have to limit the number of customers. Xiangling has to participate in the cooking competition in three days. We can't let her get tired."

While Master Mao was muttering to himself, a burst of noise suddenly came from outside Wanmin Hall. The noise not only interrupted Master Mao's thoughts, but also attracted the attention of the customers who were waiting for their dishes in Wanmin Hall.

(End of this chapter)