I write novels in Liyue

The proprietress was somewhat puzzled.

Part 2?

What the hell is going on?

"The protagonist of the second part is Yang Jian..."

Seeing that the proprietress didn't mind spoilers, the young man told her the general story of Yang Jian splitting the mountain to save his mother.

After hearing this, the proprietress gasped in shock...

Fang Qiu, oh Fang Qiu...

You really have the heart to do that...

Just listening to the young man's account, combined with the performance of Yang Jian ruthlessly suppressing the Third Holy Mother in the play "Splitting the Mountain to Save Mother" that she had seen before, made her feel a tightness in her chest.

No wonder so many people come to drink.

Bearing everything on our shoulders, we forge ahead with determination.

Just like Yang Jian, the Emperor once bore the burden of everything for the people of Liyue...

The proprietress looked out the door; the snow was still falling outside.

Zhongli carried two jars of osmanthus wine as he walked through the streets of Liyue, heading towards the outskirts of the city.

Because it was snowing, and the snow looked like it was going to snow harder, there were fewer pedestrians on the road.

Business has slowed down, and many vendors have started packing up their stalls to take a break.

As they reached the outskirts of the city, a girl dressed in purple with pigtails in a cat-like style walked towards them from the other end of the street.

"This is the route out of the city. Mr. Zhongli, are you planning to leave the city?"

Ke Qing stopped and looked at the extraordinary young man in front of her, and asked.

"Yes, I'm going to see an old friend."

Zhongli nodded.

"The snow is getting heavier, sir. It would be best if you returned. Heavy snow at night can easily make people lose their way. Moreover, hungry wild beasts or Hilichurls may attack people in the snow. There are also treasure-hunting groups that take advantage of the snowy night to rob. Although I just led the Thousand Rock Army on a patrol, there is no guarantee that no one will escape."

Ke Qing frowned and said, "Yesterday, a group of treasure hunters was robbed by their competitors."

"Thank you for the reminder, Jade Balance Star."

Zhongli said, "However, please rest assured, I still have some ability to protect myself."

"Alright then, it's your choice where you go. Since you insist on leaving the city, I won't stop you."

Ke Qing said.

If it were an ordinary citizen, she certainly wouldn't let them leave the city.

Just as she said, it was far too dangerous outside the city on a snowy night.

But Mr. Zhongli is, after all, the possessor of the Eye of God, and is also erudite and knowledgeable, which is very admirable.

Unfortunately, his behavior and actions were too much like those of an emperor.

However, simply imitating the emperor without being able to forge one's own path shows a lack of independent thought.

If he could realize this and improve upon it.

Recruiting him into our ranks will undoubtedly be a great help to Liyue's development.

"Thank you, Jade Balance Star."

Zhongli said.

After bidding farewell to Yuheng Star, he headed out of the city.

Stepping onto the wooden arched bridge, the bridge made a slight creaking sound, and the warm lights on the bridge reflected the snowflakes.

Snowflakes fell and disappeared into the river.

Looking at Zhongli's retreating figure, Keqing couldn't help but feel a little strange.

When she mentioned that she had just finished patrolling the outskirts of the city, she seemed to see a hint of relief in Zhongli's eyes.

strangeness……

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but the way she looked at someone younger seemed to be the way they looked at a junior.

Zhongli isn't that much older than her, is he?

Forget it, I don't want to.

Let's go grab something to eat first. I've been so busy with work that I haven't even had dinner yet.

They were all starving.

Should we go to Wanmintang and ask Xiangling to make a delicious dish of golden shrimp balls?

Or should we just grab a bite at any restaurant?

I hesitated.

Before she took a step, she subconsciously glanced back and found that Zhongli had already disappeared into the snowstorm.

A gust of wind blew by.

A cold wind, carrying snowflakes, blew through the mountain crevices of Nantianmen and landed on Zhongli, who was standing in front of the towering tree.

Their robes fluttered in the wind, and the branches of the trees swayed in the breeze.

During the Lantern Festival, the wine he prepared for Ruotuo had already frozen solid.

Zhongli sat down beside the stone table, placed two jars of osmanthus wine on it, then opened one of the jars and poured two bowls of wine.

The wine has a rich aroma.

It is indeed top-quality osmanthus wine.

The snowflakes fell into the bowl and melted quickly.

Zhongli picked up his wine bowl and looked up at the branches and leaves of the Fulong tree, which swayed in the wind and snow.

The night is blurred.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier.

……

At this time, Wanmin Hall.

Although it was very cold outside, the Wanmin Hall was bustling with activity.

Paimon's stomach seemed bottomless, constantly rummaging through the food.

Fang Qiu also took a piece of charcoal-grilled cured pork rib and took a bite. Instantly, the rich aroma of meat and spices filled her mouth.

It is dry yet chewy, and oily yet not greasy.

As expected of Xiangling.

Even without chili powder, it was still very delicious.

Although I ate very politely, I still couldn't help but get my mouth covered in oil.

Besides these, they also bought warm glutinous rice ball milk from the glutinous rice ball milk shop in Huyan.

Meat, dumplings, milk, and the atmosphere of a gathering—this cold winter night didn't seem so cold after all.

Soon, Xiangling brought out another dish: golden shrimp balls.

"Speaking of which, this is Ke Qing's favorite dish. Fang Qiu, why don't you try one?"

Paimon picked up a golden shrimp ball and put it in his mouth, saying, "It tastes pretty good. During the Moon Festival, I, the Traveler, Xiangling, Guoba, and Keqing went to Wangshu Inn. The head chef of Wangshu Inn, Yanxiao, made a plate of it. As a result, before Keqing could even eat it, Guoba ate it all."

"Hmm, I'll try it."

Although Fang Qiu didn't know why Paimon paused when talking about rice crust, he still nodded, wiped the oil off his fingertips, picked up a piece of golden shrimp ball with his chopsticks, and took a small bite.

"How is it?" Paimon asked.

"It has a crispy texture and a rich, fresh aroma; it's delicious."

Fang Qiu nodded and exclaimed, "No wonder it's a food that even the crispy rice crusts are stolen from."

Upon hearing Fang Qiu's words, Guoba immediately drooped its head.

I feel a little disappointed.

"Crispy texture, fresh and fragrant, hmm... I'll remember that."

Paimon nodded.

Why are you writing this down?

Ying asked.

"Next time I go out to eat, I'll use Fang Qiu's words, so that people will think I'm very cultured."

Paimon said smugly, "I've remembered quite a bit of what Zhongli said too."

"The way Fang Qiu was commenting on the food just now really reminded me of Zhong Li, except that Zhong Li would explain the preparation process as well."

Hu Tao said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, the way I created the dish of grilled fish with dipping sauce during the Lantern Festival was cracked by Mr. Zhongli after just a few bites."

Xiangling nodded in agreement and said, "It was clearly something I put a lot of effort into coming up with."

"Zhongli is an old-fashioned guy; who knows what kind of knowledge is in his head?"

Hu Tao waved her hand, then looked at the plate of golden shrimp balls and said, "I'll try the golden shrimp balls that Fang Qiu praised and Ke Qing both like."

As she spoke, she picked up a piece of golden shrimp ball, put it in her mouth and took a bite, and her eyes lit up slightly.

"How about it?"

Xiangling asked.

"Excellent, excellent. I share Fang Qiu's opinion. Very good."

Hu Tao smiled and said.