Having settled on Ren, Xiangling didn’t plan to turn back.
But while one-third of her time in dreams belonged to Ren, Xiangling intended to live her life well during the other two-thirds of her time in reality.
“Anyway, first I’ll go to the back kitchen to help.
There are still many breakfast customers.” Unlike Feiyun Slope, where wealthy merchants gathered and everyone coming and going was rich…
Xiangling’s home, Wanmin Restaurant, was located in the snack alley of Chihu Rock.
Most of the people coming and going here were laborers from the harbor or other common folk.
Most customers who came to Wanmin Restaurant for breakfast were workers who had to go to the harbor early, so they naturally came early and in groups.
Plus, Wanmin Restaurant was an old Liyue establishment and had always adhered to the traditional virtue of high quality at a low price.
So, Wanmin Restaurant was exceptionally busy every morning.
Thinking this, the girl picked up the still-confused Guoba, who had fallen from the bed to the floor, put on her clothes—though she felt there wasn’t much to put on—and headed straight for the kitchen.
As soon as she reached the kitchen, she saw her father looking a bit troubled.
Seeing her familiar father, Xiangling, who had been scared stiff by the eerie look of the NPCs in her dream, actually felt relieved.
As expected, this was her own father.
That eerie middle-aged man in the dream with smooth skin and a long body, who only sounded a bit like him and had the name [Chef Mao] floating above his head, was not her father.
From this perspective, Ren’s world wasn’t a perfectly realistic recreation of Teyvat.
Thinking about these random things didn’t stop Xiangling from asking a question.
“Hmm?
Dad, what happened?” “Well, a guest from Fontaine came early this morning and suddenly said he wanted to eat food from his hometown.
I can make Fontaine dishes, but I don’t know where to find some Fontaine ingredients on such short notice.” Chef Mao said with a rather troubled face.
Wanmin Restaurant—to dare name his restaurant that, Chef Mao naturally had considerable skill.
Never mind Fontaine cuisine, even if it were Snezhnayan or Natlan cuisine, as long as he had the corresponding ingredients, Chef Mao could guarantee an eighty to ninety percent accurate recreation.
But even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without rice.
The problem now was that Wanmin Restaurant’s Fontaine-specific ingredients, whether Fermented Fruit Juice or Fresh Cream, had just run out recently.
And Fontaine ingredients were a niche in Chihu Rock; they had little prepared to begin with and hadn’t been replenished in time, or rather, they were hard to replenish quickly.
So— “I was already thinking of just taking some tomatoes to make a sauce, chopping some minced meat, getting some harder noodles, and serving it to him as macaroni.” Stop right there, that’s not how pasta is made!
“Or maybe just make some Fish and Chips, or else stick some fish heads into a pie and bake it.
Anyway, that counts as Fontaine food too.” The man wants to reminisce about the taste of home, but you’re making him relive the horrors of home.
Xiangling was somewhat speechless and pushed her father, who was really about to start making Fish and Chips and Stargazy Pie, out the door.
“Alright, alright, leave the Fontaine food to me.
It just so happens that last night I learned how to make Fontaine dishes from a chef who is an expert in the specialties of various countries.
Just watch me.” Chef Mao, pushed out the door by his precious daughter, was greatly shocked.
He even overlooked the fact that Xiangling had actually been at Wanmin Restaurant all last night and that no expert in international specialties had visited at all, and quickly spoke up.
“Hiss, Xiangling, this is a proper guest, not one of your friends who you can freely test dishes on.
Whatever you do, don’t add any Slime or anything like that.” Hearing this, Xiangling’s gaze turned unfriendly, and she ground her little canine teeth.
“Your daughter is also a chef of Wanmin Restaurant.
How did I become a chef who only knows how to use Slime in your mouth?
I only use Slime to pioneer the future of Liyue cuisine.
Don’t worry, look, I happen to have Fontaine ingredients right here.” Saying so, Xiangling took out Fontaine ingredients like Fermented Fruit Juice, Pluie Lotus, and Bulle Fruit.
Although he didn’t understand where his daughter had pulled these ingredients from, he at least knew she had taken an extraordinary master.
This might be the Sumeru mustard seed technique that the powerful master had taught her.
—Well, one could only say that due to the presence of supernatural elements, people in Teyvat accepted various supernatural phenomena very smoothly.
In any case, after seeing these somewhat unfamiliar Fontaine specialty ingredients, Chef Mao had no choice but to trust Xiangling.
Raising his hands in surrender, Chef Mao nimbly ran to the front hall to attend to the guests.
“Fine, fine, I’m going out to greet the guests.
Take it easy with the cooking.” Having sent her father off, Xiangling could finally openly take out various ingredients one by one from her game inventory.
After all, having gone behind Chef Mao’s back last night and packaged herself up to be sold, as a girl, Xiangling did have some sense of shame.
Being able to talk to her father relatively normally just now was already an exceptional performance.
She didn’t quite dare let Chef Mao know for now that he had suddenly gained a fine son-in-law last night.
“Mm, come to think of it, I only seem to know his name is Ren, that he’s the master of that strange world, and also a prisoner trapped in that world…
I don’t seem to know anything else.” Isn’t this a bit too unreliable?
Sure enough, if she entered the dream again tonight, besides practicing her cooking, she should also get to know Ren properly.
While her mind wandered at the kitchen counter, Xiangling took various ingredients rich in nutrition and even elemental power out of her game inventory.
Although Xiangling wasn’t like Amber, taking out a bunch of gold artifacts or five-star divine weapons that summoned the Anemo Archon Barbatos from far-off Windrise to the Acting Grand Master’s office like a slap to the face…
Her ingredients essentially had the same nature as those artifacts and divine weapons.
That is, relative to the continent of Teyvat, they were all extra additions.
They were extra gifts from outside the world, injected into the closed system of Teyvat.
Even if the amount was actually quite small and insignificant to the whole world.
But the problem was, the Geo Archon Morax wasn’t sleeping at Windrise like the Anemo Archon Barbatos; he was currently in Liyue Harbor, even wandering toward Wanmin Restaurant right now.
Plus, Morax—the young man now named Zhongli—was in a better state than Venti and had a stronger grasp of the ley lines in Liyue Harbor— “Oh, interesting.” The young man with golden eyes, who was inexplicably mature in every gesture, looked toward the back kitchen of Wanmin Restaurant with a faint smile on his face.
Which family’s sucker was this, actually injecting capital for nothing into a company destined to go bankrupt?
This wallet, cough, this good person must be met.
Who knows, he might be a new wallet—I mean, boss.