I write novels in Liyue

It looked like it had been dyed the orange-red of the setting sun.

So tempting.

Just then, a clear voice rang out.

"The orange juice is here."

Fang Qiu looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xiang Ling carrying three cups of orange juice, while Guo Ba was holding a cup in his hand, drinking it as he ran.

"Guoba, didn't I say it tastes better chilled? Why did you drink it first?"

Xiangling stared at the rice crust with wide eyes and said.

"Well?"

Guoba held the cup and tilted his head.

"You can't drink it now. It needs to be chilled first, otherwise it won't taste good, understand?"

After saying that, Xiangling turned to Fang Qiu, chuckled, and said, "We've run out of ice in the camp, Fang Qiu. Could you please use your Eye of God to chill these orange juices?"

"Ah."

Fang Qiu was taken aback at first, then nodded.

I felt a bit like laughing and crying at the same time.

Fang Qiu had thought about this carefully before. If he couldn't make a living writing novels, he would set up a stall and sell shaved ice on the roadside using his God's Eye.

I never imagined that I would actually have to use the Eye of God to make shaved ice.

Fang Qiu raised his hand and waved it gently, and a cloud of azure ice mist rose up. Then, crystal-clear ice flakes condensed from the cup that Xiang Ling was holding.

The icy white velvet slowly seeped into the water, turning an enticing orange-red color from the orange juice.

However, Fang Qiu's own drink was only slightly chilled, since it was getting late and the weather was a bit cold. He was weak and drinking something cold would make him catch a cold.

After receiving the orange juice from Xiangling, Fang Qiutan opened her mouth slightly and took a sip.

"How about it?"

Xiangling asked with a look of anticipation.

"It tastes good, even better than last time."

After saying that, Fang Qiu couldn't help but take another sip and sincerely praised it.

The orange juice that Xiangling first developed tasted much better than when she had barbecued behind Wanmintang.

It has an added hint of fragrance and a sweet aftertaste.

"It definitely tastes better."

Hu Tao nodded in agreement and said.

"Hehe, this is the work I improved these days. I added processed Qingxin juice to remove the bitterness of Qingxin and leave only the fragrance of Qingxin."

Xiangling smiled and said.

"I see."

Fang Qiu nodded, a look of understanding on her face.

Although she didn't actually understand at all.

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P.S.: I'm in a really bad state. I deleted over a thousand unsatisfactory posts. I'm taking a break and getting some sleep.

Chapter 106 Leisurely Wanderings in the World

The afterglow of the setting sun poured down, turning Liyue Harbor into a sea of ​​orange-red.

It was lunchtime.

The entire Chihuyan Street was filled with the rich aroma of food.

"Old Mao, give me a plate of Fengshen Mixed Stew."

What kind of dish is that?

"A dish unique to the Vatican of Mondstadt."

"Are you deliberately picking a fight?"

"Just kidding, just kidding. I'll have a grilled tigerfish, remember to grill it a little charred and add extra spice."

The streets were bustling with activity.

To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode!

The storyteller closed his folding fan, ending the story at its most exciting point.

"It's almost time. If we go to Wanwenjishe now, we shouldn't have to queue."

At the tea table, Zhongli picked up his teacup, took a small sip, glanced at the sky, and murmured to himself.

After saying that, he looked up at the shop assistant and said calmly, "Please settle the bill."

"Alright, sir, that'll be seventy moras in total."

"Ah."

Zhongli nodded, but after touching his wallet, he frowned, looked up at the clerk, and said, "Please put the bill at the Rebirth Hall."

"Okay, no problem."

The shop assistant nodded, turned around, took out his notebook, and wrote it down without hesitation.

He has been working at this teahouse for some time now.

This Mr. Zhongli is a guest of the Hall of Rebirth and can be considered a regular visitor here.

Although I sometimes forget to bring my wallet, as long as I send the bill to the funeral parlor, they will reimburse me after checking it.

So, don't worry too much about it, just keep track of your expenses and that's it.

Thank you.

After finishing the accounting, Zhongli strolled back to the Hall of Rebirth, took his wallet, and headed towards the Wanwen Collection House.

By the time Zhongli arrived, fewer and fewer people were buying books at Wanwen Bookstore.

However, there were still many novel enthusiasts in the surrounding teahouses discussing and reading, creating a lively atmosphere.

"It seems the plot of the new book should be pretty good."

Zhongli nodded.

After buying the books, Zhongli was somewhat surprised.

Unexpectedly, Fang Qiu actually wrote the entire subsequent plot in one go.

Although it will take more time, it's certainly good to be able to read the whole story in one go and enjoy it to the fullest.

A good story needs to be read carefully in a quiet place.

So, after buying the books, Zhongli headed towards the Hall of Rebirth.

There is no quieter place than the Hall of Rebirth.

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Meanwhile, at the Heyu Teahouse.

"Well……"

Yun Jin sat in the chair, stretched gently, and placed a bookmark on the page of the book. That page contained the story of Jing Tian and Tang Xuejian in the Ghost Realm, where their fingertips touched and feelings began to blossom.

"Miss Fang Qiu writes so well. She has captured the thoughts of the male and female protagonists with such delicacy. Although her lyrics are relatively simple and easy to understand, they have similarities with traditional opera. I just don't know if she has any interest in traditional opera."

Yun Jin muttered to herself.

Liyue is full of legends, mostly stories of demons, gods, and immortals, so Liyue dramas are mostly about gods and immortals.

Although opera fans love to hear stories about gods and immortals, we live in a human age now, and she wants to write about human stories and share the human condition with everyone.

Fang Qiu's books are stories of people.

Although Jing Tian was no ordinary person in his previous life, he is just an ordinary citizen in this life.

If Fang Qiu is interested in opera and collaborates with me, we should be able to write many good plays that focus on people.

Thinking of this, she smiled faintly and gently closed the book.

Although she wanted to continue reading, it was getting late and she needed to eat.

My waistband has been a bit tight lately, so I can't eat dinner too late, otherwise I'll gain weight if I don't exercise enough.

Although she still had to eat only stir-fried shrimp to protect her voice...

"Sigh, no matter how you cook stir-fried shrimp, it always tastes the same..."

She sighed softly, got up and stretched, walked to the window, intending to look at the food outside, but just then she saw a tall young man walking on the street.

"It's Mr. Zhongli, hmm? The book in Mr. Zhongli's hand looks like 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy'."

When Yun Jin saw the book in Zhong Li's hand, she was slightly taken aback.

In the world of opera, rules are passed down from generation to generation, and there are many intricacies involved. There are some things that even she only knows the facts of, but not the reasons behind.

But when Mr. Zhongli talked about those rules, he could recite them as if they were his own.

He can be described as a knowledgeable and well-informed person.

Unexpectedly, even Mr. Zhongli went to the bookstore and bought Fang Qiu's book.

It seems that Ms. Fang Qiu's book is really well written.

Just like Xin Yan's rock music.

Although Mr. Zhongli's act of inviting Xin Yan to perform at the Hall of Rebirth was somewhat strange...

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