I became Lord Yan, but I do the work of the heavens

Chapter 258 17. Liyue Chariot King
After the meeting that day, Ying, as a perfect tool, accompanied the old man Zhong Li, while Zhong Yan spent another few days in Liyue Port.

"Hey! Big fool, let me catch you!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhong Yan turned his head and saw that Yingzheng was leading Paimeng in from outside the Wanmin Hall.

Just at this time, Xiangling held the plate in both hands and put the dishes on Zhong Yan's table. The aroma of the food was so strong that it seemed to fill the entire Wanmin Hall, but I don't know if it was Ying's illusion, he always felt that the smell seemed a little pungent .

When she saw Ying and Paimeng, she greeted them warmly: "It's you, do you want something to eat?"

Paimon said very familiarly: "Pearl emerald white jade soup and golden shrimp balls! By the way, I want a frosted slime, and I want it iced!"

"Yeah." Xiangling nodded and ran into the back kitchen.

Paimeng watched Xiangling go away, and immediately drooled at the two dishes on Zhong Yan's table, "Big Fudge, what are you eating?"

"Liyue's authentic dish, stir-fried sliced ​​pork, you must have never tried it, do you want to try it?" Zhong Yan said while pulling out a pair of chopsticks and handing it to Paimon.

Paimeng took the chopsticks handed over by Zhong Yan unceremoniously, and impatiently picked up a piece of red meat and put it in his mouth.

The slightly hot temperature makes the taste of the meat more firm and delicious, but an extremely overbearing spicy taste seems to fill the whole mind after a few seconds, especially the slightly higher temperature makes the spicy taste even higher.

Paimon couldn't help coughing twice and then breathed quickly with his mouth. Zhong Yan seemed to have expected it, and handed over a glass of orange juice with a smile.

Zhong Yan is very good at spicy food, and his stir-fried pork slices are especially spicy. Orange juice is also Zhong Yan's favourite. Xiangling's cooking technique perfectly controls the sweetness and sourness of the orange juice!
Paimon picked up the orange juice and drank it down. The orange juice was chilled, and the cold taste suppressed the hotness on the tip of his tongue. Paimon said to Zhong Yan in an "angry" tone: "Why is it so spicy?" ! Big fool, did you do it on purpose!"

"Is there?" Zhong Yan blinked his eyes and tried to get away with it.

"Hmph!" Paimon crossed his arms and flew to the other side to wait for Xiangling's food.

Ying asked at this time: "Zhong Yan, do you know how to make balm?"

"Salm?" Zhong Yan shook his head, and then continued: "But I know an expert in making balm, but...you have to be mentally prepared~"

"Does he have a bad personality?" Ying asked.

"No, you'll know when you see her." Zhong Yan watched Xiangling slowly approaching, picked up chopsticks to eat, and obviously didn't intend to say any more.

Seeing this, Ying gave up and stopped asking, she was hungry too, otherwise she wouldn't have come to Wanmin Hall.

After dinner, it was getting late, and Yinger was cleaning the porcelain in the shop. On the surface, Chunxiang Kiln looked like an ordinary porcelain shop, but at the same time, it was also engaged in rouge, gouache and other things.

Ying'er is also Liyue's famous master of making rouge powder. The balm and rouge she makes are priceless, and once they are put on the shelves, they will be sold out immediately.

"Miss Ying'er, I'm sorry to bother you." Zhong Yan came forward and greeted without changing his expression.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Zhong Yan? I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you so polite." Yinger replied with a smile.

The reason for saying this is naturally because Zhong Yan came here a few days ago especially to meet Liyueche King—Yingerche!

As for the result of the fight, ahem... Just look at Zhong Yan's serious look.

"Ahem, Miss Ying'er, we have business to do here this time." Zhong Yan put a little effort into the word "we".

After Zhong Yan's intentional reminder, Ying'er saw Ying, Paimeng and others behind Zhong Yan, "No wonder Mr. Zhong Yan reminded me so much, so he brought the girl here, and this one who is flying in the air What do you call the two of you?"

"I'm Paimon, and this is my best friend—Ying." The traveler's external vocal organ took on the function of introduction respectfully and responsibly.

And Ying vaguely realized the unusualness of the person in front of her. In order to avoid long nights and dreams, she twisted up the brocade cloth and took out three preserved neon flowers.

"The golden house hides the charm, the mountain shade brocade clusters, and the misty fairy fate. This is the best among the colorful flowers, but it is very precious. I wonder what this young lady is going to do?"

"Make it into a balm." Ying answered simply and straightforwardly.

"Mr. Zhong Yan is actually willing to let a girl make the balm himself... Could it be that Mr. Zhong Yan is the legendary straight man?" The corners of Ying'er's mouth curled up slowly.

Zhong Yan looked at the smile on Ying'er's mouth, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Miss Ying'er, don't think too much, these ointments are just as funeral objects."

"To be buried with...?" The smile on Ying'er's face suddenly froze.

Ying quickly explained: "The balm made of neon clothes and flowers is to be used in the funeral ceremony of the Xiangsheng Hall, and it is used as a funeral offering for the Emperor Yanwang."

"So that's how it is..." Mentioning the Emperor Yan Wang, Ying'er was a little more serious, and took the neon clothes from Ying's hand, "Miss Ying, are you interested in making the balm yourself?"

"Me?" Ying pointed to herself, a little surprised.

"Look, it's getting late now. If I do it alone, I obviously don't have enough time for these balms, but I have some personal matters tomorrow, so I don't have time..." Ying'er explained the reason in a rare and serious way. This is for Dijun Yan Wang, I'm afraid I haven't seen her being so serious yet.

"Okay." Ying nodded.

"Then come with me." Ying'er led Ying into the Chunxiang Kiln.

As for Zhong Yan and Paimeng, they were consciously waiting outside, and Ying turned around and asked, "Zhong Yan, won't you come to help?"

Before Zhong Yan could speak, Ying'er said, "Boys are only fussy, and they don't feel sorry for girls at all. How can someone who is not gentle with girls be gentle with these delicate flowers... ..."

So Zhong Yan could only spread his hands, pretending to be helpless.

Ying followed Ying'er into the Chunxiang Kiln, and soon Ying'er's voice was heard.

"The method of making balm is different from the method of alchemy. It should be like this, gently... gently hold the Usuki..."

"How do you know that I am using alchemy?" Ying asked in astonishment.

"Only the group of alchemists can be so harsh yet so frizzy..."

"You should also pay attention to the palm of your hand, so that it is not easy to slip off..."

"The heat is also very important, it must be just right...Put the balm in water and boil it over a slow fire until the water is almost evaporated..."

Paimon rubbed his head, "Ah. Are they really making balm?"

Zhong Yan glanced up casually, and said casually, "Who knows?"

(End of this chapter)