At the Good Hunter restaurant, Mona removed her witch’s hat—an accessory she only wore when venturing outside, needing to maintain the iconic mystique of a witch, or rather, a diviner.
Her two beautiful black hair ribbons, tied into twin tails, were revealed in the process.
Quite adorable.
Mona deftly helped clear the dining table, as if this wasn’t her first time doing such a task.
Then she made her way to the second floor, sat down on a chair, hands resting obediently on her knees, and looked eagerly toward the stove.
Her light green eyes sparkled.
“What would you like to eat?” Jiang Chen’s voice came from that direction.
“Sa…
salad will do,” Mona said, swallowing her saliva.
The salad at the Good Hunter was absolutely nothing like the cheap vegetable salads she usually made.
It was delicious.
And after dinner, she wouldn’t wake up hungry in the middle of the night!
Jiang Chen knew she ate salad to save money.
He glanced at her figure, feeling that it had definitely been affected.
The noble ladies and wealthy women of Mondstadt ate salad to control their diets—it was fashionable, and they always included a certain amount of meat.
But Mona’s salad was purely vegetables and fruits, only for saving money, ease of preparation, and the fullness it brought.
Meat?
Not a chance.
With a figure like hers, that area definitely shouldn’t be stuck at barely a second-tier size.
“Just salad?” Jiang Chen confirmed with her.
“Mm, salad is the best food in the world!” Mona declared.
This girl had subconsciously hypnotized herself long ago.
“What about the grilled steak you had before?” Jiang Chen asked again.
Mona swallowed her saliva.
Although she instinctively believed salad was the best thing in the world, the other dishes at the Good Hunter were what she considered the second-best foods in the world.
Even though she thought salad was a necessity, these dishes were merely tools to satisfy her appetite.
“Wouldn’t…
Jiang Chen always made extra food for her, so every time she came, she felt particularly embarrassed.
“Forget it,” Jiang Chen shook his head.
Mona felt a faint pang of disappointment but let out a sigh of relief.
“I’ll make you some Three-Immortal Fowl Broth instead,” Jiang Chen said, glancing over the available ingredients.
The three immortals were hen, sparrow, and pigeon meat—all available in the shop.
He’d add matsutake mushrooms, some salt, and wine as auxiliary ingredients to simmer the soup.
This dish was good for development.
Mona had naturally never heard of it.
Not just her—no one in Mondstadt had been fortunate enough to taste it.
But the name “Three-Immortal Fowl” made it sound incredibly high-class.
Feeling uneasy, she quickly refused: “No need, salad is fine!”
Jiang Chen showed a hint of a smile.
“If you refuse, then no salad either.”
Gurgle.
Mona’s stomach surrendered faster than her will.
She instinctively covered her belly, her face and ears turning bright red.
“Then…
thank you for your kindness.”
“At least your stomach is honest,” Jiang Chen said, preparing her salad first to fill her stomach.
Satisfying Salad was a recipe found across all nations of Teyvat, made from cabbage, apples, eggs or bird eggs, and potatoes into a platter.
The difference in taste lay in the freshness of the ingredients and the mixing ratio.
In Mondstadt, the Good Hunter’s Satisfying Salad had the best reputation.
“Come and take it,” Jiang Chen said.
Mona was right about one thing: salad was indeed easy to make.
Jiang Chen washed his hands and began the second dish: the Three-Immortal Fowl Broth.
All the ingredients were available; the key was the timing of adding them to the pot, controlling the heat, and the technique of stirring.
Mona sat at the dining table, eating her salad with a blissful expression.
“This is too extravagant,” she couldn’t help but mutter.
This was the last hotel they’d found.
It seemed everyone thought that with the storm during the day, no travelers or merchants would enter Mondstadt and stay overnight.
All the hotels had closed early.
Paimon knocked, but no one answered.
Lumine sat on a long wooden bench in front of the hotel, chin resting on her hand, feeling troubled.
Paimon had already digested her food and landed beside her.
“We’re not that unlucky, are we?
Even inside the city, we have to sleep on the streets?” Paimon thought for a rare moment and said seriously, “Lumine, maybe we have a talent for being travelers!”
“…You need to apologize to every traveler right now,” Lumine retorted.
Sleeping outside in the wilderness was one thing—everyone’s conditions were similar.
But inside the city, not staying in a hotel or inn?
That was embarrassing, okay?
“But Lumine, why did you lie to Jiang Chen just now?
I couldn’t even defend us—we clearly didn’t book a hotel!” Paimon asked, puzzled.
Even spending the night in the Good Hunter’s main hall would have been fine.
At least it was warm.
And there was the smell of food!
“Jiang Chen brought that girl named Mona back.
What if they want to get intimate?
It wouldn’t be good for us to be around,” Lumine said, having some understanding of such matters.
“Get…
intimate?” Paimon understood too.
But she didn’t see what that had to do with them.
Hands on her hips, she said righteously, “That’s adult stuff—what does that have to do with us!?”
Lumine thought about it and actually found little Paimon’s reasoning somewhat sound.
“But going back now would be embarrassing too,” Lumine said.
“I already told Jiang Chen we had a hotel booked.”
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