Genshin Impact: The Sage's Disciple Doesn't Want Fame

Xiangling defended her son: "It's all the same, as long as A-Ming is happy eating it."

Master Mao looked displeased: "My dear daughter, you're not even married yet, and you're already starting to side with outsiders?"

Xiangling blushed, poking at the rice crust without saying a word.

Guoba: "Giggle?"

With a sigh, Master Mao suddenly felt like having a drink. He had watched Ji Ming grow up since he was a child, and his character was fine, at least he had nothing to say about his own Xiang Ling.

If that day ever comes and his daughter Xiangling becomes Ji Ming's wife, Master Mao would be quite relieved, but he would also be very unhappy.

From the day Ji Ming appeared, her daughter showed signs of siding with outsiders, and now she doesn't even bother acting anymore.

Hmm? The people outside Wanmintang should be Xiangling's friends, right? Why don't I see that kid Ji Ming?

Master Mao was somewhat surprised and reminded her, "Ah Xiang, your friend is here."

Xiangling, her face beaming with joy, flipped over the front desk and ran towards Hu Tao and her group: "You're here! I'm so happy... Hey, where's A-Ming?"

Hu Tao grinned mischievously. "Him? He's sleeping in at home, right, Xiao Jin?"

Yun Jin felt somewhat guilty: "Yes."

"Eh?!"

Xiangling was somewhat incredulous and hurriedly looked at Xingqiu and Chongyun, who were carrying the packaging boxes. The two young men were almost flushed, but Xiangling didn't have time to look after them. She just anxiously asked, "Where's A-Ming? Where's A-Ming?"

Xingqiu and Chongyun were on the verge of tears: "We don't know either."

What kind of packaging box is this heavy? It looks like someone was forced into it!

Chongyun blushed and his neck turned red, while Xingqiu seemed to be deep in thought. He secretly glanced at the packaging box and noticed a few small holes on the side, which made him a little curious.

Mr. Ji Ming, could you be hiding inside?

Xiangling looked aggrieved, then her eyes welled up with tears: "Please come in first, I'll go prepare some food for you..."

Yun Jin couldn't bear it any longer, and just as she was about to expose her, Hu Tao immediately covered her mouth and grinned, "Yes, yes, let's go inside first. We've prepared a big gift for you, a super big one."

"I can tell..."

But so what? Ah Ming didn't come, and I'm not happy at all...

Xiangling, with tears in her eyes, led the way with her head down. She thought she had just heard a faint snoring sound, but it was probably just her imagination. No one was sleeping in Wanmin Hall.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, Xiangling continued poking at the rice crust.

Yun Jin started poking at the walnuts, while Xing Qiu started poking at Chong Yun, winking and making suggestive gestures, and gesturing towards the packaging box.

Chongyun blinked: "What's wrong?"

Xingqiu covered her face: "Nothing."

This kid is adorably silly. Didn't he see that huge breathing hole? It's clearly Mr. Ji Ming in the packaging, and he's even snoring.

Speaking of snoring, Mr. Ji Ming is quite an amazing person to be able to fall asleep in this kind of environment.

After being poked by Yun Jin for a while, Hu Tao had no choice but to hint, "Xiang Ling, why don't you open it and take a look? These are all people's good wishes."

Xiangling was in low spirits, but she still forced herself to cheer up, walked up to the packaging box, forced a smile, and interacted with everyone, saying, "Let me guess, is it a big pot?"

Everyone shook their heads; apart from Chongyun, the child truly didn't know what was inside.

"So, a large stone with the three characters 'Wanmintang' engraved on it?"

Everyone continued to shake their heads, while Chongyun remained completely bewildered.

Xiangling tilted her head, reached out and untied the ribbon bow on the gift box, muttering, "What's wrong with everyone? They're all acting so mysteriously today."

Just then, Guoba Bear's body trembled. He sensed an extremely familiar aura, one that he seemed to have encountered a thousand years ago at a gathering of the Seven Gods.

No one noticed the rice crust; Xiangling's attention was entirely focused on the packaging box. She gently untied the ribbon and then quickly glanced at her friends.

Hu Tao looked at her with a mocking gaze and whistled at her, looking somewhat like a copy of Amin.

Yun Jin looked expectant, her face flushed with an unnatural blush. This girl seemed rather suspicious.

Xingqiu kept his eyes straight ahead, and the second young master of Feiyun Chamber of Commerce stood at attention, not revealing the slightest incriminating evidence.

Chongyun looked left and right. He seemed the most normal and innocent, as if he really didn't know anything.

Everyone's like this. They should just openly talk about their birthday gifts. No matter how surprising it is, Xiangling won't be too happy if Ji Ming isn't there.

Xiangling sighed, then moved the lid of the box open and saw Ji Ming sleeping with his head tilted to the side, drooling inside.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Her heart raced, and Xiangling covered her mouth: "Eh?!"

Ji Ming now looks a bit like a newborn baby. Perhaps because the space in the packaging box is too cramped, he can only sleep curled up.

Yes, Xiangling has started to show hearts.

"Amin is so cute!"

Xiangling cheered and foolishly pounced in, pressing her soft little face tightly against Ji Ming's face, then rubbing against him vigorously, pressing her whole body weight down on him.

Everyone turned away without saying a word. Except for Master Mao, who was hiding behind the curtain and peeking, he was already red-hot.

Unable to resist, Xiangling quietly kissed Jiming on the forehead. Everyone had turned away, and Jiming was asleep, so this little gesture certainly wouldn't be noticed.

Held in Xiangling's arms, Ji Ming, who was pretending to be asleep, dared not move at all. If he woke up now, the little cook would be so embarrassed.

You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.

Moreover, Ji Ming also sensed an extremely strong killing intent that not only locked onto him but was also very close, initially estimated to be at the level of a demon god.

there is only one truth……

It's you, Guoba!

Guoba: "Giggle?"

Chapter 124 Small is Justice

Guili Plains, the main road of Liyue. Ji Ming, carrying a bag, looked helpless. He stopped and turned to look at a clump of bushes behind him. The bushes were shaking, clearly indicating that someone was hiding inside.

"Xiangling, come out quickly, stop hiding."

The bushes shook even more violently, and the scapegoat Xiangling made her grand entrance. She emerged from the bushes, ran over, glared at Ji Ming, and said angrily, "Ah Ming, you big liar!"

The young cook was also carrying a bag, seemingly unwilling to return home. Ji Ming had no choice but to take her bag and carry it on his shoulder.

"You call me a big liar for no reason? Even I would get angry, you know?"

Xiangling was even angrier: "Amin promised me that he would take me to Mondstadt for a culinary adventure and training, but he didn't even think of taking me with him when he left Liyue Harbor!"

Ji Ming blinked innocently: "I remember, but the dragon scourge in Mondstadt isn't over yet. How about I take you to Mondstadt after the dragon scourge is completely over?"

"No, Amin is just trying to brush me off again. Besides, I'm going for that big, stupid dragon."

Liyue Harbor has long been known as a "food capital," offering a wide variety of delicacies from the sky, the ground, and the sea.

However, Xiangling had never tasted dragon meat in all her life. She had attended the annual ceremony to invite immortals, and she had once had wicked thoughts about the Rock King Emperor in his dragon form, but her plan was ruthlessly rejected by her own father.

I thought it was impossible to use dragon meat as an ingredient anymore, but unexpectedly, Mondstadt started to suffer from dragon plagues more than half a year ago, and my childhood sweetheart was even planning to go to Mondstadt. This is a great opportunity.

Her father wouldn't allow her to have designs on dragons, so surely her childhood sweetheart would tolerate her little schemes?

Thinking this, Xiangling, who was still fuming, suddenly became cautious. She observed Ji Ming's eyes, poked her finger, and said, "Ah Ming, please take me with you, okay?"

Ji Ming sighed helplessly, "Fine, but Xiangling, you don't really want dragon meat, do you?"

"Not even a small piece?"

Xiangling blinked and launched her cuteness offensive.

Cute little eyebrows, a round and chubby baby face, smooth thighs, and a chest and abdomen that are slightly curved by clothing.

His childhood sweetheart, whom he had grown up with since then, was acting coquettishly in front of him, practically begging Ji Ming to let her have her way. How could he possibly refuse her after all that?

Ji Ming raised his head slightly to prevent his blood from rushing to his head and causing a nosebleed. He reached out and touched Xiang Ling's bun. The girl seemed to have changed her hairstyle; he had never seen her with it before.

"Okay, but Xiangling can't go out alone. If she wants to go out, she has to stay with me, understand?"

Xiangling blinked and smiled, "If you need to use the restroom, can I come along too?"

Ji Ming was speechless: "You learned it from Hu Tao?"

"I learned it from you."

Seeing that Xiangling had agreed to his conditions, Ji Ming turned around and continued towards Dihua Island, but this time he slowed down, since the little cook was not as fast as him.

As December approaches, the climate on the Teyvat continent is getting colder and colder. Last night, a light snow fell, which is good news for the farmers of Liyue, as next year's crops will have plenty of water.

Ji Ming was still wearing a long robe and a short shirt. His self-cultivation and breathing techniques were already highly refined, so he wasn't particularly afraid of the cold.

The little cook is different. Although she has a fire-attribute divine eye, her cold resistance is ultimately limited. Besides, Xiangling didn't bring Guoba this time, so she can't hug it to keep warm anytime, anywhere.

After thinking it over, Ji Ming took off his short shirt. Dudu had once taken the shirt and sewed a layer of fleece inside, which would keep Xiangling warm.

Xiangling was very obedient, even spreading her arms to cooperate with Ji Ming's actions, and muttered, "Ah Ming, I'm not cold, you'll catch a cold wearing so little?"

Ji Ming didn't care: "I haven't had a cold in a long time. I'm strong and healthy now. Xiangling is different from me. You're still a seventeen-year-old girl."

Xiangling, unconvinced, puffed out her chest: "Seventeen years old, that's not a child anymore!"