Original God, looking for the heart

"The ointment required for the ceremony needs to be made from neon flowers. Everyone, please come with me." Zhongli took several people to a shop specializing in selling flowers at the port.

Paimon: "Boss, are there any colorful flowers for sale here?"

"Nancy flowers? Of course there are. Which kind do you want, sir?"

"Which one? The best one..." Paimon whispered, "There are many kinds of neon flowers?"

The boss smiled casually: "Humph, unworldly foreigners... still ask such questions..."

Seeing this, Zhongli answered the boss calmly: "'Golden House, Hidden Beauty', 'Shanyin Brocade Cluster', 'Piaomiao Xianyuan', these three kinds of colorful flowers, please boss, please take one to look at." "

Sure enough, we still have to rely on Mr. Zhongli in this regard.

Mo Bei: "Mr. Zhongli knows a lot. He is truly a guest guest."

Zhongli said humbly: "Just a brief introduction."

The boss also quickly changed his mind: "——Oh, this old friend is a great expert."

Mo Bei noticed that the businessmen here would call ordinary guests "guest officers", while those who knew the business would be respectfully called "master".

"The one next to you must be a servant. The servant should not speak before the master."

Sora was shocked: "Is this the result of calling Paimon emergency food...being underestimated?"

Mo Bei also sighed and shrugged helplessly: "I can't help it, there are rules here. It's normal to be looked down upon if you don't understand the market..."

The next second, the boss also noticed something was wrong. "Huh? We seem to have seen... oh... it's a traveler, right?" He quickly folded his hands and bowed, "I'm sorry, my tone just now was not very good."

"Please, please. Please take a look, distinguished guest, and please tell me if you have any other ideas."

Next, Zhongli just casually talked about the origins and characteristics of several kinds of colorful flowers. The boss was convinced.

"So, which of these three kinds of neon flowers should we choose?"

"It's very simple." Zhongli turned to the boss and said, "Boss, I want all of these."

Unexpected, but reasonable. As a result, Paimeng even stepped back: "Here we go again!"

"Haha. When listening to the opera, I want to buy the most popular celebrities, and when I am walking around, I want to buy the most expensive thrush - this is life. However, these three kinds of colorful flowers are not based on my life creed."

Zhongli's explanation was that the emperor would choose the ointment made from different kinds of flowers and put them under the statue of the Seven Heavens.

"Um...so...um..." Zhongli said with an unusual embarrassment, "...do you have any money?"

Mo Bei: "Mr. Zhongli? Otherwise, I'll pay the fee this time."

The boss also said: "Dear guests, I'm sorry. Do you want to dedicate these flowers to Prince Yan? If that's the case, I won't accept your money for these flowers. Just bring your thoughts for me..."

"Is this... really appropriate?"

"Look at what you said... Without Prince Yan, how could there be a place for ordinary people like me to live? If Prince Yan hadn't written the poem back then, how could this flower be so valuable?"

"Wow...many of the customs and customs of Liyue that I heard along the way were from a special period and received direct care from the gods themselves." Paimon couldn't help but sigh.

Mo Bei: "Indeed, the emperor in the eyes of the people of Liyue seems to be very close to him, not the kind of aloof god."

Now that you have obtained the colorful flowers, all that remains is to make the balm.

"But I don't know anyone who can make balm by hand. I have to trouble you to go to the city and ask. For example, a young lady from an ordinary family."

"Okay." The three of them agreed in unison.

They arranged to meet under the statue of the Seven Heavens God.

After many inquiries, they set their sights on the owner of "Chunxiang Kiln", Miss Ying'er.

As soon as you approach the store, there is a burst of fragrance. Miss Ying'er has been waiting at the door of the store for a long time: "Hey, have you finally found me? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Paimon: "How did Miss Ying'er know that we were coming to find you?"

Miss Ying'er gently touched her chin with the back of her hand, and her tone had a hint of fox-like cunning: "I just heard that there are three people who are looking for good-looking people all over the city... I'm still worried about whether you will Come on. In a sense, this is also a test of my charm."

Mo Bei caught the word "start". Oops, that sounds weird...

Miss Ying'er knew the purpose of the three people's trip, invited them into the shop, and planned to teach them how to make the ointment.

But before doing it again, he still didn't forget to tease: "You said I smell very good? Haha. I didn't use any balm~ Could it be that...you are obsessed with my body fragrance? Oh, this is so It’s embarrassing~”

"No...no!" Mo Bei had the biggest reaction, but after denying it, he didn't know how to answer the question. He could only look at the ground and blink constantly, with a faint pink color on his face. .

Kong thought it was nothing at first, but after Mo Bei's influence, he became a little shy.

Only Paimon was puzzled: "What weird words are you talking about?"

"Nothing, Paimon, let's go in quickly." Sora pushed Paimon into the "Chunxiang Kiln".

After taking out the materials, I was teased by Miss Ying'er again: "You actually want to make three portions of balm? You are young, but you have a big appetite. Are you looking for someone who can give you balm?"

"No!" Mo Bei quickly interrupted Miss Ying'er, "We are going to use it to supply Emperor Yan!"

"Okay, I'll just do it for you. Come on, come and be my assistant. While the ointment is boiling, the two handsome guys have to focus on me alone."

For a moment, Kong and Mo Bei no longer dared to look directly at Miss Ying'er.

Miss Ying'er decided that the place where the ointment would be boiled would be Wanmin Hall.

"Are you ready to take responsibility for me? "

"Again..." Mo Bei turned his head to the side and muttered softly. The pale pink on his face has become more and more obvious.

Upon seeing this, Miss Ying'er explained with a smile: "I mean, take on the responsibility of an assistant."

Then they slowly moved their eyes from elsewhere to Miss Ying'er and nodded.

After making all preparations, they started work——

"The technique of making ointment is very different from the technique of alchemy. Let me teach you." Miss Ying'er "kindly" demonstrated to them, "It needs to be done like this, with a gentle "hand/move/beat/code/" The ground...warm "hand/move/beat/code/" softly hold the "hand/move/beat/code/" hold the mortar "hand/move/beat/code/" the pestle..."

Good guy, something is starting to go wrong again.

"No, no, this is just making balm, Mo Bei, what are you thinking... This is... a normal thing!" Mo Bei rubbed his face to get rid of this shame. Code/" came out of shame.

Ying'er: "The palms of your "hand/move/hit/code/" hands should also be close to the "hand/move/hit/code/" hand, so that it is not easy for the "hand/movement/beat/code/" to slip..."

"Okay...ok..." Mo Bei's voice was as thin as a wenna, and if you listened carefully, it sounded like there was a slight tremor in his hands. He moved half a step back, his elbow unconsciously blocking part of his red cheeks.

Someone did not stop to explain: "Then use your best rhythm "hand/move/hit/code/" to play "hand/move/hit/code/" Move... until the juice of Nishanghua "hand/move/beat/code/" water..."

Kong couldn't help it anymore: "Thank you, Miss Ying'er, Mo Bei and I both know what to do...!"

"Haha," Miss Ying'er laughed again, "Yeah~ I really have a talent for this, and I can get it done with just a few clicks."

Kong quickly pulled Mo Bei and Paimon to the synthesis platform.

Holding the grinding bowl and pestle and mortar in his hand, Mo Bei recalled Miss Ying'er's words in his mind: "First... hold the hand / move/beat/code/ gently..." Mo Bei stretched out his hand tremblingly, holding the pestle and mortar.

"Then, I have to... have to... put the "hand/move/hit/code/" together..." Mo Bei's eyes were already spinning in circles.

"Then, use the most...smoothest rhythm of "hand/move/hit/code/" to play..." There was an obvious layer of red on his face. He was obviously studying "hand/move/hit/code/" ” Grinding the Nishang Flower Juice “hand / move / beat / code /” water, why... it feels so strange...

Sora is better than Mobei, but not much better. Under the influence of Miss Ying'er, she was clearly just polishing the colorful flowers, but it seemed like she was doing something other than "hand/move/beat/code/" but "hand/move/beat/code/" "hand/move/beat/" Code/"It's the same thing with people.

Finally, three portions of essential oils were produced. They looked at each other and brought the essential oil to Miss Yinger.

When Miss Ying'er saw them arriving, she was amused by the expressions on their faces: Kong and Mo Bei both turned their heads away and looked at different sides, their faces red. Especially Mo Bei, whose red hair is particularly obvious against the backdrop of his silver hair. Like a slightly annoyed cat being teased.

Even before evaporating the essential oil, Ms. Ying'er did not forget to add: "The juice of the neon flowers in it must be "hand/moved/beaten/coded/" with good hands. / move/hit/code/” so that there is no “hand/move/hit/code/” left. "

The two cats instantly became furious.

After finally finishing boiling all the essential oils, Miss Ying'er kindly reminded me again: "I want to step on the three "hands/move/hit/code/" /马/"Ship, you have to decide which foot to lift first... If you have time, come to "Chunxiang Kiln" to accompany me. "

The two nodded wildly, took away the balm and quickly fled from here. Mo Bei even accidentally tripped over the threshold when he was going out.

"Haha~" Miss Ying'er smiled happily.

This place may be blacklisted from now on. At least that's what Mo Bei, who was still blushing with embarrassment, thought.

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