Genshin Impact: I am a Puppet Master

"Looks like you're lucky"

The two numbers '2' appeared on the table.

Ye Lan pursed her lips and finally let go of the worry that had just been hanging in her heart.

"It seems that I am not destined to die today"

Looking up, I found that quite a few people had gathered here. After all, this was a teahouse where most of the people who came to drink tea were idle people. Someone openly gambling here would naturally attract attention.

What's more, one of them is a handsome man with temperament and the other is an intellectual and mature beauty.

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With a sigh, Qingliu knew that the woman with the big ditch in front of him was not destined to die, so he shook his head and disappeared on the spot.

Yes, it disappeared...

After confirming that he had left, Ye Lan exhaled and slumped down on the chair. The oppressive feeling that Qingliu had just given her made her feel suffocated...

The clothes behind her were already soaked with sweat, but she shook her head when she thought of the tea money she hadn't paid for.

Ye Lan beckoned the servant and said, "From now on, Mr. Zhongli and that young man will have free tea here. If anyone dares to accept their tea, I will tear his head off!!!"

At the moment, he was still shopping for antiques somewhere, listening to the fat boss in front of him bragging to him that this was a rare and precious thing that had been used by Prince Yan. Zhongli sneezed, frowned, and muttered, "Is someone thinking about me? Never mind, I'll go see Guizhong..."

Qingliu found the young master again and they started to stroll around.

“Is this delicious, buddy?”

"My friend, the weather here is really nice. It's not like it snows all year round in winter. It's really comfortable to go out wearing so little."

"What are they selling, mate?"

"My friend, that must be the legendary candied haws, isn't it delicious? I'll get the recipe for Tok and Tonya!"

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"Who did you go to see just now, buddy? If he's your friend, he must be very strong, right? Can I go and spar with him?"

It seems like Tartaglia never finishes talking, and even sounds a bit noisy...

Qingliu was a little helpless because of the noise, so he had to answer his last question

"The master who taught me the magic before was very strong. You can't beat him. He beat me half-crippled, but he didn't even have a wound on his body."

Tartaglia's eyes lit up when she heard this.

"Fuck, buddy, you are so strong, but you were beaten half-crippled. How amazing! Forget it! I dare not fight him. I am afraid of death. Although I like fighting, I dare not even think about it when the difference in strength is too big. Liyue is really so terrifying. I'd better be careful here in the future."

Qingliu casually took the cake handed over by the young master and wanted to tell him that he was strong enough to walk around here and there was no need to be so timid, but when he thought of the young master's extremely hot-blooded personality who was thinking about fighting all day, he shook his head and said nothing.

The osmanthus cake that the young master bought is a bit sweet.

Qingliu doesn't like sweets, but he thought about the last time he ate this was a few years ago with that little guy. He hasn't eaten it for a long time, so he might as well try it.

The streets of Liyue are much busier than those of Zhidong. The hawkers' cries are everywhere. The young master is like an excited big dog, pulling Qingliu around.

Before I knew it, it was time for dinner.

"Are you hungry, buddy? I've never been to Liyue before. Do you have any recommendations for a good place to eat? I heard that Liyue has a lot of delicious food. I'm looking forward to my first meal in Liyue. Which one do you think is better, Liuliting or Xinyuexuan? I heard from them that these two are the two most high-end restaurants here."

To be honest, if he hadn't been back to Liyue for a long time and wanted to go for a walk, he wouldn't have the slightest desire to go out with Young Master. Just based on the frequency of the quacking in his ears, if someone said Young Master was a duck spirit who had cultivated himself into a human, he wouldn't question it at all.

Too noisy

Although he was complaining in his heart, he remained calm on the surface. He touched his chin with his hand, thought for two seconds, and then gave him the answer.

"If you are choosing for the sake of eating, I suggest you go to Wanmin Hall. The food in those two restaurants that only serve dignitaries is not that good. People who go there only eat for the sake of face and the atmosphere."

Hearing this, the young master smiled and said, "So you used to go to those two restaurants often for dinner. You seem to know a lot about them."

Looking back, how many people who were rich and stupid spent a lot of money just to have a chance to eat with me. If I agreed, I would have become a lifetime VIP user of both restaurants..........

"I guess so, but in the end, it's not as delicious as what Master Mao of Wanmintang made back then."

"Since you said it's delicious, then it must be delicious. What are you waiting for? Let's go! Where are we going from here?!"

It's been a long time, I can't remember clearly, but I remember it should be over there

Following Qingliu's finger, the young master seemed a little impatient. Before Qingliu could wait, he ran to the front to see if there was a restaurant with the name Wanmintang.

If such a straightforward guy gets serious, he can turn Liyue upside down. If the Tianquan Star is still dissatisfied with Liyue under your jurisdiction, then...

Then I will help the old man to replace a group of public servants to see if it is possible to let him realize his dream of retirement.

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By the time he found Young Master Tartaglia, he had already arrived at the Hall of All People. At this moment, he was standing in front of this small shop in front of the fast food restaurant with a look of disbelief on his face.

Young Master Tartaglia: "This, this, this is the restaurant you said would be delicious?"

Qingliu nodded

Prince Tartaglia: "Are you sure?"

The young master answered with a resounding voice, "I am sure and certain. Don't be fooled by the fact that the decoration is... uh, simple, but the food is indeed delicious, and the quality is good and the price is cheap."

The young master naturally would not question Qingliu's words. After all, in his eyes, this man was not the kind of guy who liked to joke around.

But he was really curious, "Good quality and low price? Were you in need of Mora at that time?"

After a long silence, Qingliu thought about the days when he first came to Liyue and lived in the so-called slums. At that time, having some spare money to come to Wanmin Hall and buy a bowl of wontons seemed to be the best thing.

As for whether it tasted good? At least it was delicious to me at that time, and I was looking forward to this bowl of wontons.

Sometimes people are really strange. When they don’t have money, they can be satisfied with the wontons that can be bought with just a little Mora. They think it tastes good.

But after becoming rich, all the delicacies from land and sea do not seem to taste good.

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