[Genshin Training System]
Host: Jiang Chen
Level: Lv9 (Initial)
Elemental Mastery: Anemo, Geo
Skills: Wind Wave Slash Lv1, Anemo King’s Barrier Lv1, Stone Wall Lv1, Dragon Vein of Rock Lv1
Current Assets: Good Hunter Restaurant
Current Trainee: Fischl Lv20
Training Gains: None (Host must assist Fischl in breaking through to Phase 1.)
Host Leveling Rule: For each breakthrough the trainee achieves, the Host’s level increases by 1.
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In the attic above Good Hunter Restaurant.
Ever since the original owner of Good Hunter transferred the majority stake to Jiang Chen, this space had naturally been converted into his residence in Mondstadt.
Jiang Chen was nineteen years old.
A handsome young man.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
“Well, considering how popular I was with the girls back in freshman year, it probably isn’t far off.”
Stretching lazily, Jiang Chen stepped out of the attic.
Adhering to the principle of an open kitchen and the need to attract customers, Good Hunter’s kitchen had always been set up outdoors.
The citizens of Mondstadt also preferred dining at the stalls outside.
As a result, there were relatively fewer customers eating inside the restaurant.
But at this lunch hour, the interior shouldn’t have been this empty—not a single guest in sight.
“Stormterror’s been getting more restless lately,” Jiang Chen murmured, a faint trace of anticipation hidden in his tone.
“Should be coming soon, shouldn’t it?
That traveler from another world.”
As his words faded, a voice came from the four-person table behind him.
“Coming soon?
Isn’t Brother Jiang Chen himself a traveler from another world?”
“?”
Jiang Chen turned around.
A girl in a pure white priestess dress and matching hat sat with her knees bent on the wooden bench.
Her twin tails of flaxen hair swayed slightly.
A pair of small black dress shoes were neatly placed beside her, while her feet, clad in warm white stockings, rested on the bench as she massaged her calves.
Her delicate, adorable face occasionally twisted in discomfort as she pressed into a tendon.
“Barbara?”
Jiang Chen blinked.
His mood, which had only just lifted after waking, soared.
Don’t ask.
Ask, and the answer is: utterly adorable.
“When did you get here, Barbara?”
“Just now,” Barbara replied, still rubbing her leg.
“Brother Jiang Chen only just woke up at noon.
Being this lazy won’t do, you know.”
“That’s asking too much of an ordinary citizen, isn’t it?”
“You’re someone recognized by both the people of Mondstadt and the Knights of Favonius.
Brother Jiang Chen should strive to set a better example.”
“Fine, fine.”
Jiang Chen shrugged helplessly.
“I have a feeling things are about to get busy soon.”
“You mean the Stormterror situation?”
Barbara’s lake-blue eyes gazed at him with anticipation.
“Have you found a way to deal with Stormterror, Brother Jiang Chen?”
“That’s not for me to decide.”
Jiang Chen shook his head, avoiding a direct answer.
Stormterror’s growing aggression meant the Abyss Order was becoming more active.
That “Prince” or “Princess” should have arrived by now.
The remaining one of those two was the key to solving the problem.
Jiang Chen had been waiting here for a year.
It wasn’t like he could control when he transmigrated.
What could he do about arriving too early?
He was pretty desperate about it, too.
If it weren’t for familiar faces like Barbara, Jean, Kaeya, and Diluc, he wouldn’t know how to get by.
“Speaking of which, Barbara, running over here at noon—aren’t you afraid Sister Rosaria will scold you?” Jiang Chen asked.
“Ah!
Please don’t tell Sister Rosaria!”
Barbara waved her hands in a panic.
“So you risked Sister Rosaria’s anger?”
“Well…
today’s lunch at the church was a bit…
bland…”
Barbara poked her fingers together, her gaze involuntarily drifting toward the independent stove on the second floor of the restaurant—the one that never saw the smoke of ordinary cooking.
She swallowed.
Jiang Chen smiled and gave her a gentle pat on the head.
“What do you want to eat?”
That stove had been custom-made by Wagner the blacksmith after Jiang Chen moved in.
After all, he couldn’t exactly cook for himself down below, in full view of all the passersby and customers, could he?
“I’ll never grow taller at this rate,” Barbara muttered, but the promise of Jiang Chen’s cooking was far more tempting.
“Mapo Tofu!” she declared immediately.
“And the Mora?”
Barbara pressed her soft lips together reluctantly, then fished ten Mora out of her pocket.
“Hahaha!”
Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re so stingy.”
Considering that the cheapest item on Good Hunter’s menu—a Teyvat Fried Egg—cost two hundred Mora, let alone Mapo Tofu, which wasn’t even listed.
“That’s all I have!”
“I’ll treat Brother Jiang Chen to a meal at the church next time!”
Barbara’s pretty face flushed red as she shouted.
Any more, and she wouldn’t be able to afford her beloved Mapo Tofu.
“Alright, alright.”
Jiang Chen took the money.
From what he knew, Barbara came from a noble family and was definitely a little rich girl.
He’d love to see her piggy bank someday.
Jiang Chen went over to light the fire.
As the stove heated up, he opened the window and called out, “Sarah, bring up some tofu.”
“Coming, Boss!”
Sarah answered from the stall below.
She quickly hurried up with a box of tofu, unable to resist complaining, “Boss, there’ve been a lot fewer travelers and merchants lately.
Business has taken a hit.”
Good Hunter mainly catered to out-of-towners.
Locals only dropped by occasionally.
“Well, with Stormterror prowling around Mondstadt, it’s no wonder merchants and travelers are staying away.”
Jiang Chen understood.
As he spoke, he casually chopped up some Jueyun Chili, the pungent, nose-tingling aroma spreading through the air.
Barbara sniffed the scent, her eyes lighting up.
Unable to resist, she crept closer to watch him cook.
Her hands clasped behind her back, she rose slightly on the tips of her stocking-clad feet, her skirt swaying gently as she hummed a cheerful tune.
Happy reading!