Genshin Impact: Funina's Official Pastry Chef

It seemed that the shouting of Ying and Paimon awakened the man's few remaining consciousness. He struggled to get up from the ground, but failed after several attempts.

"Damn it... If I had known it would be so embarrassing, I would have prepared more bread and water. Otherwise, I wouldn't have made such a fool of myself on the street..."

As the man spoke, he tried to use his arms to push himself up from the ground, but his body only rose and fell twice, and then collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Ying and Paimon naturally saw the whole process of his struggle, so they helped him up from the ground without hesitation.

With Ying's help, the man managed to stand up against the wall, and Paimon asked at this moment:

"Hey, why did you faint on the street? Are you sick? Do you want us to take you to see a doctor?"

The man shook his head first, then said softly:

"I'm sorry... I've embarrassed two tourists who came from afar. I'm not sick. I just haven't eaten for four days and suddenly my limbs are weak..."

Hearing this, Paimon, who could consume 300,000 Moras in a month, suddenly widened his eyes and asked in disbelief:

"How long? Four days?! How did you manage to go without food for four days?!"

"This is a long story, but could you please help me into the Debo Hotel? If I stumble in like this, I might cause some trouble."

Upon hearing this, Paimeng turned his head slightly to glance at Ying and asked softly:

"He looks so pitiful... How about we buy him something to eat?"

As if he had heard Paimon's words, the man shook his head with all his strength and said:

"...You two, I'm not a beggar. I have enough money to eat. I just forgot about my work..."

The man's words made Paimeng cover his mouth instantly, an embarrassed look appeared on his face. He then looked at Ying beside him, signaling her to come to the rescue.

Ying gave Paimon a helpless look, then supported the man and walked towards the interior of the Debo Hotel.

......

After Ying helped the man into the restaurant and found a seat to sit down, she finally had some free time to observe the man's appearance and clothes.

The man's hair was a mess like a chicken coop, as if he was troubled by something in the past few days.

He was wearing a gentleman's suit that was of exquisite design and style, but looked a little old in color.

——The combination of these two points made Ying feel that the man in front of her was a down-and-out nobleman from Fontaine.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Paimon beside her, and Paimon also looked at Ying with the same strange look, as if he didn't believe that this man could afford to eat in such a restaurant.

But the next second, Paimon's definition of "rice" was refreshed by this man.

The waiter of the Debo Hotel walked to the table of the three people and was about to hand them the menu and ask what they wanted when the man said in a weak voice:

"A large piece of toast and a glass of warm water, please."

As the man spoke, he took a small bag off his belt with great effort and handed it to the waiter beside him.

"Here's the meal fee... Could you please hurry up a bit..."

Hearing the man's weak voice, the waiter hurriedly took the small bag of Mora and rushed into the kitchen without even asking Ying and Paimon what they wanted to order.

——As if they were afraid that the man would starve to death in their store the next second.

Before Ying and Paimeng could say anything, the waiter who had just left hurried back with a tray and placed a plate of sliced ​​toast bread enough for four people and a glass of water in front of the man.

"This is the meal you ordered, please take your time."

After saying that, the waiter looked at Ying and Paimeng apologetically. Just when he was about to hand them the menu, Ying shook her head slightly, indicating that they should not order for now.

The waiter looked at her and Paimon, then looked at the man who was wolfing down the bread, nodded as if he understood, and then went to serve other guests.

As an excellent adventurer, Ying not only has the fixed talent of bringing disaster wherever he goes, but also has the ability to sense certain special commissions.

——Actually, to put it bluntly, it’s just curiosity.

She wanted to know what kind of profession and what kind of work could make the people of Fontaine refuse to work overtime according to the labor law revised by Chang Ming?

And in the next five minutes, Ying saw the person who could eat more than Paimon in his hungry state.

The man grabbed the bread slices one by one, and then stuffed them into his mouth without hesitation. After chewing them twice, he swallowed them along with water.

He repeated this action about seventeen or eighteen times. He was like a human bread destroyer, completely destroying the bread in front of him. Then he wiped the crumbs from the corners of his mouth gracefully and said softly:

"Thank you both for your willingness to help me. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Claude, and I'm a playwright."

"Playwright? Does he write scripts for operas or musicals?"

Paimon tilted his little head and asked lightly.

Claude nodded upon hearing this and said softly:

"When there are no trials to be held publicly at the Oprykle Opera House, its stage will be open to the public. Anyone can perform on the stage by making an appointment and paying a certain rent."

"But... because opera always has a "slow-burning" feeling, compared to the trial, which can more directly gain "excitement", opera is not so attractive..."

Having said that, Claude paused for a moment, and his emerald green eyes glanced at the two people in front of him, then he asked:

"Oh, I forgot to ask, are you guys here at Fontaine because of the recently publicized Fontaine Opera Festival?"

Paimon tilted his head and asked in confusion:

"'Fontaine Opera Festival'? I haven't heard of it. I've only heard of Liyue's Lantern Festival, Mondstadt's Brew Festival, and the Wind Flower Festival. What is the Opera Festival...?"

“As the name suggests, it is a festival to showcase the art of opera.”

"In the next three weeks, there will be no restrictions on the rental of the opera house's stage. As long as the troupe passes the review and approval of the Momang Palace and registers, they can perform publicly!"

Having said that, Claude seemed to suddenly think of something, and the excitement on his face instantly faded, replaced by a look of regret.

"It's just that... as a playwright, I still haven't been able to write a script that is "both contemporary and artistic"..."

"If I just blindly follow the tide of the past, I will be washed up on the beach...I don't know whether I will live or die, right?"