Genshin Impact: I will turn into a breeze and continue to blow over Mondstadt

"Master Hu, the cleaning here has been completed!" A clear and pleasant voice came. Following the direction of the voice, I saw Gui Zhong sitting elegantly on an exquisite wooden chair not far away.

For this once powerful Demon God of Dust, doing such trivial tasks as cleaning now seems so easy and effortless.

After hearing Gui Zhong's report, Hu Tao couldn't help but show admiration: "Really? I didn't expect Gui Zhong's guest official to be so efficient!"

"But I seem to have run into some trouble. Those guys refuse to leave here no matter what..."

As she spoke, she looked up at a certain place on the ceiling, and vaguely she could see a lot of hidden spirits.

"Alas, I don't know why, but recently there have been many spirits in Liyue Harbor that I have never seen before."

After hearing this, Guizhong looked at the ceiling curiously, and immediately she felt a familiar breath.

In my memory, they were all members of the Thousand Rock Army or Warlocks who fought against the monsters of the Abyss five hundred years ago...

"Hehe, but fortunately those ordinary people can't see all this..."

"Oh, by the way, if ordinary people could really see it and get scared, tell me, would the business of our Wangsheng Hall become more prosperous?" The more Hu Tao thought about it, the more interesting it seemed to him. When he got excited, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Hu Tao was immersed in her own imagination and did not notice that Gui Zhong beside her quietly raised his hand and waved gently towards the ceiling.

In an instant, several soft white lights slowly emerged from the ceiling.

Since these are spirits, after a long period of time, their clear faces have gradually disappeared, and now only vague outlines can be vaguely seen.

"You... do you still remember me from the past..." Gui Zhong murmured softly, staring at the faint white light balls, with complex emotions in his eyes.

However, after a moment, she smiled with relief as if she had suddenly let go of all the burdens in her heart.

"Logically speaking, the dead should go to the Border. If there are any unresigned feelings or unfinished business, there shouldn't be so many spirits..."

As Kurumi spoke, a trace of doubt appeared on his face. Could it be that the last time he went to the border, he had some kind of impact there?

But in the end, I know that for them, stopping here is not a regret for something or someone, but a deep attachment to this land...

On the other side, in the slightly small but well-organized space in the kitchen, Qianyu was standing behind a wooden bar, fiddling with the exquisite cocktail shaker in his hands with both hands.

With his skillful movements, the cocktail shaker drew graceful arcs in the air, and the liquid inside rolled and blended.

At the same time, Boyang was watching Qianyu's every move intently, afraid of missing any key details.

However, in sharp contrast to Boyang, Ruota seemed a little absent-minded at the moment.

Finally, unable to suppress his doubts, Ruota asked, "Diakarapian, what is the meaning of your enthusiasm for these cocktails?"

He really couldn't comprehend the current situation - the three demon gods who once fought side by side with him and were so powerful were now throwing themselves into this seemingly ordinary city life.

Could it be that, after years of trials and tribulations, they have suffered even more wear and tear than myself?

Hearing Ruota's question, Qianyu smiled slightly without stopping the movements of his hands.

He said slowly: "Haha, Ruota, you know, walking in the world, sometimes having more identities is not a bad thing."

As he spoke, Qianyu had already completed the last step. He carefully placed cups of colorful and fragrant special drinks on the table in front of him.

At this moment, a silver bell-like laughter suddenly came from the back door: "Hey, we're back."

When I heard the sound and looked, I saw Paimon's small figure slowly flying in, with a bright smile on her face.

Following closely behind Ying and Paimeng were Xiangling and several other waiters from Wanmintang. Each of them was holding a basket full of ingredients and cooking utensils, looking very professional.

Seeing this scene, Kurumi's eyes widened in surprise and his mouth opened into a big "O" shape.

After a long while, she came back to her senses and stammered, "Oh my God... Ying, you actually invited people from Wanmin Hall?"

After saying that, her eyes immediately locked onto Xiang Ling, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Haha, it seems that Lord Yan is blessing this hall master!" Hu Tao clapped his hands excitedly, with a smug expression on his face.

Hearing this, Xiangling quickly waved her hands and explained with a smile: "Don't say that, Master Hu. It was Master Mao who suggested that we come here. We are all in the same industry, so we should help each other."

"Besides, it's an invitation from a traveler after all. It's hard to refuse."

"Hehe, with Chef Xiangling here, those customers will definitely be attracted by your cooking skills and won't leave!" Hu Tao blinked mischievously and joked with a smile.

After being told this by Hu Tao, Xiang Ling suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She blushed, lowered her head, and said softly:

"It's not that exaggerated, but I can indeed make some snacks to go with wine." As she said this, she raised her head and glanced at Walnut.

"Then please make preparations, the opening time is getting closer and closer." Lao Meng suggested.

Hearing this, everyone came into the house. As the number of people increased, the surroundings suddenly became lively.

The moment she stepped into the kitchen, Xiangling's lively eyes were attracted by a magnet and instantly fixed on the figures of Qianyu and others.

At this moment, a rich, mellow and intoxicating aroma of wine came like an invisible airflow, penetrated into her nasal cavity, and quickly spread to every cell in her body.

The aroma of the wine seemed to have magical power, causing Xiangling to involuntarily take a few deep breaths.

She walked towards Qianyu with light lotus steps. When she got closer, she asked politely:

"Excuse me, are you the bartender who came from faraway Mond?" The voice was clear and pleasant, like a yellow oriole singing in a valley.

Hearing Xiangling's question, Qianyu, who was busy at first, slowly stopped what he was doing. He turned around and his eyes met Xiangling's.

He just smiled, nodded and said: "Yes, my name is Qianyu. I am a traveler who is preparing to travel to various countries, and I am also a person who has some knowledge of cocktail making skills. It is a great pleasure to meet Miss Xiangling here today." After that, Qianyu bowed to Xiangling again to show his respect.

Seeing this, Xiangling immediately smiled brightly. She also responded, "Hey, is that so... I am Xiangling, the head chef of Wanmintang. I have heard a lot about you, Mr. Qianyu, and I am honored to see you in person today!" The two smiled at each other, and the distance between them seemed to have shortened a lot.

After that, the two shook hands with each other.

"No?～?" At this moment, accompanied by a clear and pleasant sound, a small and exquisite, bright yellow head slowly popped out from behind Xiangling's petite body.

It first stared at Qianyu cautiously, its big round eyes like two crystal clear gems. Then, it flexibly turned its neck and quickly shifted its sight to Boyang and Ruotu who were standing beside it.

I saw it narrowing its eyes slightly, an indescribable joy on its face, and a hint of joy flowed out from the depths of its tiny throat like a gurgling stream.

The sound is clear and beautiful, like the purest music of nature, which makes people feel happy.

"?? No no no~"

"This is..." Looking at the cute little guy in front of him, Boyang asked with confusion.

"Oh, let me introduce you. This is my friend - Guoba! Don't be fooled by its small appearance, it is my right-hand man when it comes to cooking."

Xiangling explained to Boyang with a smile on her face. Her tone was full of love and pride, as if she was introducing her most cherished treasure.

"But it's strange. Guoba is usually very quiet. It's rare to see him so excited like today. He seems particularly happy to see you." Xiangling said as she gently stroked Guoba's furry head, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Hey?～?" Hearing Xiangling's words, Guoba seemed to understand and jumped happily.

It moved its short and powerful limbs, running as fast as a shining meteor, and in the blink of an eye it came between Ruota and Qianyu.

"Marcosius?" When Ruotu saw Guoba, he was startled, with a hint of doubt and surprise in his eyes. Then, a vague figure flashed through his mind like lightning.

However, no matter how hard he tried to match the figure with the rice crust in front of him, he could not find the exact connection between the two.

However, that sense of familiarity was like an invisible force that made Ruota involuntarily fall into hesitation.

At this moment, Xiangling's clear and pleasant voice came:

"Okay everyone, it's getting late, we have to hurry up!" Hearing this, everyone came to their senses and started to get busy.

Guoba took light and agile steps and jumped to Xiangling's side like a happy little rabbit.

Xiangling did it right away, quickly putting the cooking utensils she brought with her in order. Then, she held the kitchen knife tightly in her right hand and held the vegetables steadily with her left hand. As the knife rose and fell, leaves of uniform size and moderate thickness fell from her hands.

Then, Xiangling gave a slight shake of her wrist, and the chopped vegetables fell into the pot like flowers scattered from heaven.

"Guoba, spit fire!" Following Xiangling's order, Guoba, who had been standing quietly aside, immediately became energetic.

It opened its mouth and exhaled a mouthful of hot flames. In an instant, a blazing fire rose from the bottom of the pot, illuminating the entire stove red and bright.