Elemental Light Mage

"We need to keep the lost restaurants coming back for more, so they can at least support themselves."

"What Lord Shengyi said makes sense," Fumina suggested to Xi Yeming, "How about opening a noodle shop?"

"Not so good. I wandered for a distance and found that there were quite a few noodle shops."

Competition among peers is already fierce, and it is even more difficult among peers.

"Besides, I don't have much confidence in making noodles."

As soon as he finished speaking, a vague picture flashed in Xi Yeming's mind, as if he was moved by these words.

In the bustling market, oranges and persimmons grabbed their hands and ran among the endless crowd of vendors. The laughter and panting were drowned out by the hustle and bustle.

"Lord Shengyi?"

Fumina's call brought Xi Yeming back to his senses, and a bowl of noodles had been brought in front of him.

“Are the noodles ready?”

"Eat."

Xi Yeming handed a pair of chopsticks prepared on the table to Fumina, and then picked up a pair for himself.

"Wait, chopsticks?"

Aren't I in a magical world? Why are there chopsticks?

Xi Yeming realized later that something was wrong.

"Fumina."

"Ok?"

Fumina, still holding a noodle in her mouth, raised her head and looked at Xi Yeming. A few noodles slipped out of her mouth and fell back into the bowl.

"Let's talk about it after you finish eating..."

"Ok."

"Were you really a thief in the past?"

Xi Yeming used chopsticks to swallow the noodles in the bowl bit by bit. Compared with Fumina's wolfing down of the food, Xi Yeming's eating style seemed more elegant.

The two put down their chopsticks at almost the same time. Xi Yeming asked again the question that had just occurred to him, and he raised a chopstick.

"Do you know where this came from?"

Fumina glanced at the chopsticks, then looked at Xi Yeming, "They were made by the tableware factory."

"That's not what I meant," Xi Yeming lowered his head speechlessly, "I meant do you know the origin of chopsticks?"

Fumina pursed her lips and puffed up her cheeks for a while before she replied, "I don't know."

"..."

Xi Yeming gave up searching for the origin of chopsticks in this world because he vaguely felt that the reward for finding the truth was not proportional to the effort he put in.

After dinner, Xi Yeming gave Fumina some money and asked her to buy some snacks and fruits on the way back and eat with others at Angelina's house.

After seeing Fumina off, Xi Yeming went to the food street alone again. This time he smelled a familiar scent.

"What is this smell...?"

The smell of tomatoes and oil hits your nose, and even contains a hint of bonito flakes.

"It can't be Takoyaki."

Following the aroma, Xi Yeming found a stall that was selling octopus balls as expected.

The question "Why are there octopus balls here?" was quickly ignored by Xi Yeming. He couldn't wait to go to the stall and prepare a serving of octopus balls.

"Old lady, please give me an octopus ball."

"it is good."

The old lady who was making the meatballs didn't seem surprised by Xi Yeming's arrival. She was frying the meatballs that were about to be formed on the grill with two bamboo sticks as if nothing had happened.

"Old lady, how long have you been making meatballs?"

“It’s been almost thirty years.”

"so long???"

Just at this moment, a girl who looked to be in her early teens came in with a wooden barrel on a cart.

"Grandma, I brought you all the ingredients you'll need today."

"Okay, put it in the back."

Xi Yeming looked at the grandparents and grandchildren, and the scene reminded him of his grandmother Guo Xin.

"Where is Grandma Guoxin now?"

The old woman skillfully picked up the finished meatballs with a bamboo stick and put them on a wooden plate and handed them to Xi Yeming. After paying the money, Xi Yeming sat down at the wooden table nearby and started to feast on the food.

"Well……"

The first meatball was emitting heat. Xi Yeming carefully used a bamboo stick to pick it up and put it to his mouth. When his lips touched the surface of the meatball, the high temperature burned Xi Yeming's lips.

“Hot, hot, hot…” Xi Yeming screamed in an ungraceful manner.

"puff……"

A sneer came from behind. Xi Yeming turned around and found that the old woman's granddaughter was looking at him with a smile.

"Fuck, how did you make a fool of yourself in front of a child?"

Feeling embarrassed, Xi Yeming had to blow on the meatballs awkwardly a few times and pretended nothing had happened, and continued to eat them as if nothing had happened.

"Um?"

Xi Yeming always felt that the little girl's gaze was still coming from behind him. When he turned around again, the little girl was still staring at him intently.

"..."

"..."

The two sides just looked at each other, and finally the little girl couldn't help it.

"You don't want to eat meatballs?"

"Well...I like no one watching me when I eat."

The little girl did not continue to discuss the topic, but asked, "Are you the emperor's son?"

The inexplicable question left Xi Yeming confused, but he still patiently answered the little girl's questions.

"Yes."

"Will you become the emperor in the future?"

"This..." Xi Yeming didn't think that far ahead. What's more, he was one of the Ten Saints and had multiple duties, which might easily cause panic and opinions among other forces.

But now he is the only heir to the emperor.

"It's not impossible."

"So that's possible?"

"That's right..."

"It's amazing. Two generations of emperors have come to our stall to eat meatballs."

"What...?" Xi Yeming thought he had misheard, "Has anyone come here to eat meatballs?"

"The current emperor once came to our stall to eat meatballs, and the next emperor is also eating meatballs at our stall now."

"The old emperor actually ate meatballs here?"

Xi Yeming turned his gaze to the old woman in confusion and asked, "Old woman, is this considered childish talk?"

"My granddaughter is telling the truth, Your Highness," the old woman stepped forward and replied, "When His Majesty was young, he did come to my place to eat meatballs."

"Is this true? Hey..."

That's how fate is, so strange.

"How did he get here then...?"

"It's been so long, I can't quite remember, but I think I brought several girls to eat."

"What...?!" Xi Yeming shouted unprecedentedly, "Several girls?"

"Your Highness, do you not know your biological father's past?"

"I can't say I don't know, I can only say I don't know a little bit."

"Perhaps a lot of the emperor's early deeds have been destroyed. I only told you about them because you are a prince." The old woman asked her granddaughter to go out and play, and then introduced Xi Yeming to his biological father Neuhak. "The current emperor was once just a prince. At that time, he had no intention of competing with any of his brothers for the throne. He simply lived a happy life every day and liked to write poems and sing songs, especially for young girls."