In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar

Even more coincidentally, both Wangshu Inn and Baiju Inn are places associated with legends of immortals.

Therefore, Wang Yan guessed that the two sisters were probably Ningguang's people, responsible for monitoring certain areas.

However, Wang Yan did not have any further evidence to prove this point, so it could only be considered a guess.

“I’m staying at the hotel,” Wang Yan said.

"Okay, please follow me." Xiuhua gestured and led Wang Yan into the inn.

The check-in process is very simple and doesn't even require identification. You just need to say where you are from and where you came from.

The room rate is not expensive, only fifty mora per day, but food and drinks are not included.

After putting away his luggage and books, Wang Yan didn't rest at the hotel and went straight out.

On the one hand, it's to register with the Adventurers Association so that I can receive letters from Sumi later.

On the other hand... now that we're in Liyue, of course we should enjoy some Liyue cuisine.

Although the food at Sumeru was not bad, Wang Yan felt that his Chinese stomach needed to be saved.

So, let's go to Wanmintang.

After leaving the White Horse Inn, Wang Yan walked along the street outside the pier towards the South Pier.

Although the real Liyue Harbor is very different from the one in the game, the difference in size alone is enormous.

Overall, the city layout hasn't changed much; places like Chihu Rock and Feiyun Slope are still in their approximate locations.

Walk towards the South Pier, then go to Tiger Rock from the pier. We can have a meal at Man Min Tong first, and then go to the Adventurers Association.

Although Wang Yan was prepared, he still underestimated the size of Liyue Harbor. It took him more than an hour to reach the exit of the stairs below Tiger Rock.

However, after witnessing the lively scene of eating Tiger Rock, Wang Yan felt that the journey was worthwhile.

The bluestone pavement was polished to a shine by the constant flow of people, and the pavers on both sides were lined up one after another.

Blacksmith shops, soy sauce shops, tea stalls, peddlers, gambling stones, toy stalls—the variety was dazzling.

Further away, the sound of the storyteller's gavel, the haggling of merchants, and the greetings between neighbors wove together into a warm and bustling atmosphere.

It's even more lively and human-centered than the Grand Bazaar.

"That's really good."

Wang Yan exclaimed in admiration, then naturally blended into the crowd.

Finding Wanmintang was easy. Aside from the shouts of "Delicious and affordable," the aroma wafting through the streets also guided Wang Yan.

As soon as we arrived near the Wanmin Hall.

Wang Yan saw a young girl standing on a stool, talking to the people around her about wanting to become famous and make a name for herself.

The people around looked at each other, seemingly not recognizing the girl.

One diner, looking bewildered, asked his friend, "What's wrong with this person?"

His friend next to him shook his head: "I don't know, did they get poisoned from eating boiled black-backed sea bass?"

Perhaps spurred by the chatter, the girl became agitated, raising her voice and pulling out a shovel to swing wildly, causing the surrounding diners to instinctively dodge her.

Just as things were about to escalate into a major incident, Wang Yan saw a tall, aloof figure emerge from the Wanmin Hall and walk towards the shouting girl.

After a brief exchange that could hardly be called an argument, a flash of icy blue talisman appeared, and the girl who had been shouting earlier collapsed to the ground.

Just then, another energetic young woman came out of Wanmintang; it was Xiangling, the head chef of Wanmintang.

She first addressed the aloof figure, saying, "Shen He, please send this guy to the General Affairs Department first."

Shen He nodded, reached out and picked up the fallen girl, and walked outside.

Xiangling then began comforting the guests who had been disturbed by the girl who had collapsed. After she finished comforting the guests, she noticed that there seemed to be something extra on the ground.

There was a photograph lying on the ground where the girl had just been knocked down.

"What is this?"

Xiangling picked up the photo from the ground, but she was somewhat puzzled.

In the photo, the high-hanging moon is blocked by a dark shadow, as if a piece has been bitten off, which looks somewhat unsettling.

Xiangling was puzzled.

A gentle voice came from beside me: "Can I take a look?"

"Hey, ah!~" Xiangling was startled and turned around to see a handsome young man dressed in clothes that didn't look like those from Liyue.

She thought for a moment before remembering: "You...a scholar from the Order of the Church?"

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Yes, I am a scholar of the Intellectual School of the Order of Teachings. You can just call me Wang Yan."

Chapter 111 Wanmin Hall

"Oh, hello, hello."

Xiangling was still very cheerful. Although she was startled by Wang Yan's sudden outburst, she still greeted him warmly: "I am Xiangling from Wanmintang, a chef."

After introducing herself, she handed the photo to Wang Yan: "Take a look."

Wang Yan reached out and took it, glancing at it: "This should have been filmed in Chenyu Valley; the scenery is quite interesting."

After saying that, Wang Yan returned the photo to Xiang Ling: "It was probably dropped by that girl. We'll return it to her later."

"Okay, sure." Xiangling nodded, took back the photo, and then looked at Wang Yan, "Are you here for dinner?"

"Yes, please arrange a table for me, and bring a few of your signature dishes." Wang Yan nodded.

He knew the story in the photo, of course, but there was no need to tell it now; it was enough to get Xiangling to recognize him.

"Okay, can you eat spicy food?"

"It's alright, just don't make it too spicy."

"Then you can sit here first, there's a seat available."

Xiangling pointed to the spot that Lu Xiangxiang had just vacated. Oh, Lu Xiangxiang is the girl who was shouting earlier, and she is also the granddaughter of the owner of the [White Horse Inn] where Wang Yan is staying.

The empty seat was actually just one side of a square table, where an elderly person and a middle-aged person were sitting.

Unfortunately, there are many delicious restaurants in Liyue, but few are as good, cheap, and plentiful as Wanmintang, so sharing a table is normal.

After Wang Yan sat down, Xiang Ling walked into the Wanmin Hall, where the kitchen was located.

After sitting down, Wang Yan didn't stay idle. He nodded to the diners next to him and said, "You two were startled just now, weren't you?"

"Haha, who says otherwise? Even I, an old man, couldn't stand being yelled at like that suddenly in my ear," the old diner replied.

Another diner immediately said, "Hey, didn't you always say you were still going strong? How come you can't keep up?"

"Get lost! I may be old and strong, but I can't take that kind of shock," the old diner retorted.

The two started arguing back and forth, and the people around them didn't stop them, watching the show with amusement.

Liyue is a prosperous commercial region, and its people generally enjoy chatting. Astronomy, geography, business secrets, and even trivial matters on the streets are all topics of conversation.

Lu Xiangxiang's outburst will at least be the topic of conversation for the diners here for the next few days.

After the two diners, an elderly man and a middle-aged man, had been arguing for a while, Wang Yan picked up the teapot on the table and poured them some tea: "Take a break, you two."

The two of them didn't stand on ceremony and thanked Wang Yan, saying, "Thank you so much, you're too kind."

After speaking, the middle-aged man looked at Wang Yan: "Young friend, are you a scholar from the Academy of Teachings?"

Actually, he had already heard Wang Yan's self-introduction, but it wouldn't hurt for him to ask again now to start a conversation.

Wang Yan nodded: "I was lucky enough to be admitted to the Academy of Teachings, and I am now studying in the School of Epistemology."

"The Academy of Teachings is wonderful! It's a place where wisdom gathers, and I've heard that people who come out of there are all very capable," an old diner chimed in, his intention still to praise Wang Yan. "Judging from your handsome appearance, you must be a very capable scholar, right?"

Wang Yan smiled and said, "The sea of ​​knowledge is boundless. Who dares to say they are great? I can only say they are alright."

"Hahaha, that's the kind of modesty we Liyue people would say." The old diner laughed, and several other diners listening nearby laughed along.

At Sumeru, Tinali advised the king not to be too humble, but to have the pride of a scholar.

Back in Liyue, although those around him could hear the humility in Wang Yan's tone, their opinion of him improved even more.

Humility is a virtue in Liyue.

It can only be said that different places nurture different people, and each country has its own unique characteristics.

“I’ve been studying at the Order of the Nation and haven’t been back to Liyue for a long time. Has anything special happened lately?” Wang Yan asked as he poured himself a cup of tea.

"Special things? There are plenty, Liyue is bustling with activity every day." The old diner shook his head as he spoke.

The middle-aged diner rolled his eyes at him: "He's a scholar, he must want to hear something interesting."

The old customer glared, about to start arguing again, but Wang Yan quickly spoke up: "Anything interesting is fine. It's been a long time since I've been back, so it's always good to hear more."

“That makes sense.” The old diner nodded with satisfaction, then glanced at the middle-aged diner as if declaring victory.

The middle-aged diner wanted to argue, but seeing Wang Yan's pleading look, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Alright, alright, then tell me, has anything special happened lately?"

"Hmph, if we're talking about something special, the most exciting thing is definitely the upcoming Lantern Festival. Every household is getting ready," said the old diner.

A diner nearby was making a scene. "Everyone knows about the Lantern Festival, so what's the big deal?"

Even if it's just to join in the fun, everyone wants to hear something that outsiders don't know. The Lantern Festival... it's like someone telling you, "I know a secret, that is, the Chinese New Year is coming soon"... What kind of secret is that?

The regular customer was caught off guard by this and couldn't get out of the awkward situation: "So, is there something special you need?"

"Hey, I actually know one." Did you just hear about the Australian army clearing monsters out to sea?

"Hmm? I've heard a little bit about it, but it's nothing special," the regular customer retorted sarcastically.

The diner didn't seem to care, and asked mysteriously, "Do you know why we need to clear out the monsters from the outer sea?"

This piqued the curiosity of those around them.

However, the fishermen, not wanting to be outdone, urged him one by one, "What are you keeping us in suspense for? Tell us already."

"Hey, don't rush me, don't rush me," the diner said hurriedly. "This is first-hand information. I heard that Seven Stars is planning to expand towards Nordkalai, which is why they started clearing out the monsters in the outer sea lanes."

"Huh? Development, development, what do you mean by that?"

"Hey, that's all I'll say. If you don't understand, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Nordkalai...that's a bit far."

"I do have a friend who runs routes in Nordkalley, but I've heard there are a lot of unruly people there."

"It's precisely because of breaking the rules that we make money, right? Besides, are we afraid of others breaking the rules?"

The diners chatted amongst themselves, clearly very interested in the news.

Wang Yan listened from the side, and he also had some thoughts in his mind. He was also interested in Nordkalley.

The blessing of the goddess of flowers gave him a very keen perception of the lunar torque.

The power of the moon is likely related to the power of the goddess of flowers. Whether it is to explore the idea of ​​the goddess of flowers' blessing or to strengthen his own power, Wang Yan should go to Nordkalai.

The diners chatted about Nordkalley for a while, and then another diner brought up new information, saying that the price of tea exported from Qiaoyingzhuang has been rising steadily in recent years, and Xingzhuzhu started to say that she wanted to stock up on some tea to try it out.

Wang Yan realized that these diners were no different from his friends who used to eat skewers at barbecue stalls before he transmigrated.

They talk about international affairs all the time, and about making money all the time; they're just bragging.

However, Wang Yan did not feel uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, he felt a sense of warmth.

Although the members of the gilded guild and the disillusioned scholars at the Lambad tavern were pretty much the same when they got drunk and started shouting, Wang Yan felt particularly close to them at this moment.

"The food is here."

Xiangling's voice broke Wang Yan's concentration. She was carrying a wooden tray with three dishes and a bowl of rice on it.

"Boiled Black-backed Sea Bass!"

"Fragrant and tender spicy chicken!"

"And this mint salad is a complimentary dish."