Ren stopped Xiangling, who wanted to make this Hu Tao Happy Dish on the spot, which made Xiangling feel somewhat dejected.
“Alright.” He gave Xiangling a brief overview of the “allogene” world, picking what to say and what not to say.
As a disciple of an Adeptus, Xiangling had no objections to a strange, miniature version of Teyvat and accepted it very smoothly.
The speed of his acceptance was so smooth that even Ren, who had been alone in this world for untold ages, glanced at the Damselette in surprise.
Well, it could only be said that there were too many species of intelligent life on the Teyvat continent, and supernatural powers had permeated its entire history, making the whole society extremely inclusive.
Usually, seeing a White Floating Spirit following a blond Traveler through the streets was met with great acceptance.
Not to mention a stout-hearted kid like Xiangling; encountering a rerun, miniature Teyvat in a dream with rules unique to this world was nothing to be surprised about—it was just a drop in the bucket.
Compared to meeting the Lord of “allogene”—Ren—who might be a God…
Xiangling was more concerned about being able to come here to experiment with dishes and practice his culinary skills to his heart’s content every night after falling asleep.
“No need to worry about wasting ingredients, and the quality of the ingredients is quite high.
Plus, there are many exotic ingredients and recipes from other lands.
What’s even more wonderful is that I have so much extra time every day to practice my cooking.
Mm, it feels like a dream.” Although there were still troubles like the ingredients being monotonous and identical, Xiangling saw these as only minor issues.
As long as he didn’t use that so-called game cooking that produced a dish with one click, there would always be a way to study culinary arts.
After all, even if the quality and taste of the ingredients were exactly the same, cooking still required attention to heat control and proportions.
“Is…
is such a wonderful thing really free of charge?
Why don’t you make some demands instead?” The Damselette from Liyue—the place where a thousand sails gather, the capital of trade, and the nation of contracts—felt very uneasy about what he saw as an unequal contract, even taking the initiative to ask the other party to exploit him more.
Talking about someone who helps count the money after being sold—that’s a good kid like Xiangling.
However, Ren quickly took the opportunity and stated his terms for the deal.
“Hmm, let me think.
How about you come here and cook for me every time you fall asleep for the rest of your life?
In other words, cook for me for a lifetime.” “No problem, it’s a deal!” Xiangling immediately grabbed Ren’s hand, so fast it was as if he was afraid Ren would back out.
Both Ren and Xiangling had satisfied smiles on their faces.
Ren had tied down Xiangling for a lifetime.
And Xiangling couldn’t wait to stay here for a lifetime.
You could say it was a mutual pursuit.
Oh, the “lifetime” Xiangling had in mind was only limited to when he was asleep.
Of course, he was a Damselette after all; although his head was full of cooking, Xiangling belatedly realized the deeper meaning behind Ren’s “cooking for a lifetime.” But now, with joy outweighing surprise, the Damselette’s face merely reddened.
Coupled with his inexplicable fondness for Ren, Xiangling somehow accepted it after carefully observing Ren.
It was just that for the next few hours, while studying cooking with Ren in this Wanmin Restaurant that had been shrunk many times over, Xiangling’s blush never faded whenever the other person touched him, intentionally or not.
‘Dad, I think I accidentally solved the problem of the next successor for Wanmin Restaurant.’ Xiangling glanced somewhat guiltily at the “Chef Mao” NPC, who was still at the window greeting Akasha guests.
He now knew that these “people” who acted with fixed dialogue and movements were so-called NPCs, not real people.
Still, that man standing at the Wanmin Restaurant window had “Chef Mao” written over his head; his own father still had some deterrent power.
Moreover, Xiangling felt he was doing this for the sake of culinary arts, privately “selling” himself to a boy he liked, even though it was their first meeting— He was actually spending several hours cultivating feelings with a boy he had just met, only two meters away from his own father?
Hiss, when did I become so bold?
Xiangling felt his face burning hot, and a thrill surged in his heart.
But thinking about it this way, Xiangling didn’t resist or dodge Ren’s touches as much anymore.
Since he was going to cook for him for a lifetime anyway, it was better to get used to this kind of thing early.
After all, who knows, maybe while cooking, they might eventually cook their way into the Damselette’s bedroom.
That was what Xiangling thought.
Happy times are always fleeting.
For the first time in his life, he used various ingredients so freely—even rare ingredients from other countries—just to verify some of the random cooking ideas he usually had.
This was something Xiangling wouldn’t have dared to even think about before.
Naturally, some of the ideas that popped up were unreliable; basically none of the dishes Xiangling had just tested were edible.
If this were in the real world, not only would Xiangling be heartbroken to the point of tears over these precious perfect ingredients, but his father would probably also be looking for his broom handle upon seeing such “waste.” As a chef, one cherishes good ingredients immensely; how could one dare to waste them so casually like this?
But now, with a wave of the youth named Ren’s hand, the messy scene was restored to its original state, and even the used ingredients were perfectly placed back, waiting for the Damselette’s next favor.
Looking at this scene that could be called a chef’s playroom, Xiangling couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.
“How magical.
If only I had this ability in reality.” “That’s actually a bit difficult, as it involves the Law of Time (State Reversal) and such; it’s not very convenient to solidify these Authorities (add Templates) for you.
Of course, if you really want it—” You’ll have to pay extra.
“Ahem, just giving me some ingredients is fine.” Xiangling, who had a tiny bit of understanding of Gods, quickly stopped the other party’s words that sounded like they would lead to a prison sentence.
He felt that if the other person continued, he might inexplicably become a God’s vassal.
After this dream-like experience, Xiangling was convinced that Ren was definitely some God.
Otherwise, how could he possess such a vast—well, the actual size might not be that large, but it was still an entire world of Teyvat; it wouldn’t make sense if he wasn’t a God, right?
But since he might become the other’s wife in the future and cook for him for a lifetime, looking at it this way, he didn’t seem any different from the other’s vassal.
Xiangling’s little head was a bit dazed.