I write novels in Liyue

The proprietress was a little puzzled.

part two?

What the hell is going on?

"The protagonist of the second part is Yang Jian..."

Seeing that the proprietress didn't mind spoilers, the young man roughly told the proprietress about the story of Yang Jian cutting the mountain to save his mother.

After listening, the proprietress took a deep breath...

Fang Qiu, Fang Qiu...

You can really do it...

Just after listening to the young man's narration, combined with Yang Jian's performance of ruthlessly suppressing the Three Virgins in the play "Splitting the Mountain to Save the Mother" she watched before, she felt her chest constricted.

No wonder so many people come to drink.

Bear everything and forge ahead.

Back then, the emperor, like Yang Jian, had shouldered everything for the people of Liyue...

The proprietress looked outside the door, the wind and snow outside the door was still there.

Zhongli carried two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and walked on the streets of Liyue, all the way to the outside of the city.

Because it was snowing, and the snow was likely to fall heavily, there were intermittent pedestrians on the road.

There is no business anymore, and many businesses have already started to pack up their stalls and rest.

When they reached the outskirts of the city, a girl in purple clothes with cat hair and double ponytails came from the other side of the street.

"This is the route out of the city. Mr. Zhongli is going out of the city?"

Ke Qing stopped, looked at the handsome young man in front of her, and asked.

"Well, to meet an old friend."

Zhongli nodded.

"The snow tends to get bigger and bigger. Sir, it's better to come back. The heavy snow at night is easy to get lost. Moreover, hungry beasts or Qiuqiu people will attack people on a snowy night. The treasure robbers took advantage of the snowy night to rob, although I just led the Qianyan Army to patrol, but there is no guarantee that there will be no fish that slip through the net."

Ke Qing frowned, and said: "Yesterday, members of the Treasure Bandit were robbed by their colleagues."

"Thank you Yuhengxing for reminding me."

Zhong Li said: "However, please rest assured, I still have some ability to protect myself."

"That's fine, you are free to go wherever you want. Since you insist on leaving the city, I won't stop you."

Ke Qing said.

If it was an ordinary public, she would definitely not let the other party go out of the city.

As she said, the snowy night outside the city is too dangerous.

But Mr. Zhongli is the owner of God's Eye after all, and he is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, which is very admirable.

It's a pity that his behavior is too much like that of the emperor.

It's just that he only knows how to imitate the emperor blindly, but he can't go out of his own way, and he still lacks some assertiveness.

If he can realize this and improve it.

At that time, recruiting him under his command will definitely be of great help to Liyue's development.

"Thank you Yuhengxing."

Zhongli said.

After bidding farewell to Yuhengxing, he walked out of the city.

Stepping on the wooden arch bridge, the bridge made a slight sound, and on the wooden bridge, the warm lights reflected the snowflakes.

Snowflakes fell and melted into the river.

Looking at Zhongli's back, Ke Qing couldn't help feeling a little strange.

When she mentioned that she had just finished patrolling the outskirts of the city, she seemed to see a trace of relief in Zhongli's eyes.

strangeness……

I don't know if it's her illusion, but the eyes look like the eyes of the younger generation.

Obviously Zhongli is not much older than her, is he?

Forget it, I don't want to.

Let's go eat something first, I'm busy with work, I haven't eaten dinner yet.

They are all starving.

Should I go to Wanmintang and ask Xiangling to make a delicious golden shrimp ball?

Or just go to a restaurant to deal with it?

Some hesitant.

Before moving her feet, she subconsciously glanced back, and found that Zhongli had already disappeared in the wind and snow.

A gust of wind blows.

The icy wind carried snowflakes and blew through the gap between the mountains of Nantianmen, and blew on Zhongli who was standing in front of the towering giant tree.

The robes are hunting, and the branches are fluttering.

During the Sea Lantern Festival, the wine he prepared for Ruotuo had already frozen.

Zhong Li sat beside the stone table, put two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine on the stone table, opened one of the jars, and poured two bowls.

The bouquet is rich.

It is indeed the best sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing.

Snowflakes fell into the bowl and quickly melted.

Zhongli picked up the wine bowl and looked up at the branches and leaves of the Fulong tree. In the snowstorm, the branches and leaves of the Fulong tree fluttered with the wind.

The night is blurred.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

……

At this time, Wanmintang.

Although it was very cold outside, the inside of Wanmin Hall was very lively.

Paimon's stomach seemed to have no bottom, and he kept picking at food.

Fang Qiu also took a bite of a charcoal-grilled pork chop, and immediately, the strong aroma of meat and spices filled his mouth.

The mouth is dry and tough but not firewood, oily but not greasy.

As expected of Xiangling.

Even without chili powder, it is delicious.

Although the appearance of eating is already very refined, it is inevitable that his mouth is full of oily stars.

In addition to these, they also bought warm dumpling milk at the dumpling milk shop in Chihuyan.

Meat, dumplings, milk, and the atmosphere of the party, this cold winter night seems not so cold.

Soon, Xiangling served another dish, which was golden shrimp balls.

"Speaking of which, this dish is Keqing's favorite dish, Fang Qiu, try it."

Paimon picked up a golden shrimp ball and put it in his mouth, and said: "It tastes good. During the Moon Festival, I, Traveler, Xiangling, Guoba and Keqing went to Wangshu Inn together. Wangshu The head chef of the inn, Yan Xiao, just made a plate, but before Ke Qing ate it, he was eaten up by... the crispy rice."

"Well, I'll try it."

Although I don't know why Paimon paused when he talked about the crispy rice, Fang Qiu still nodded. After wiping off the oil stains on his fingertips, he picked up a piece of golden silk shrimp ball with his chopsticks, and took a shallow bite.

"How?" Paimon asked.

"Crispy, delicious and delicious."

Fang Qiu nodded, and exclaimed: "It is indeed a food that even rice crusts would be stolen."

Hearing Fang Qiu's words, Guoba immediately drooped his head.

Somewhat lost.

"The taste is crispy, delicious and fragrant, um... I remembered it."

Paimon nodded.

"Why do you remember this?"

Ying asked.

"The next time I go to dinner, I will use Fang Qiu's words, so that others will think that I am very educated."

Paimon said triumphantly, "I've also memorized a lot of Zhongli's words."

"The way Fang Qiu commented on the food just now is really a bit like that guy Zhongli, even that guy Zhongli will also tell the production process."

Walnut said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, during the Sea Lantern Festival, Mr. Zhongli cracked the idea of ​​eating grilled fish dipped in water after a few bites."

Xiangling nodded approvingly, and said, "Obviously it took me a lot of effort to figure it out."

"That guy Zhongli is an antique, who knows what kind of knowledge he has in his head."

Hu Tao waved his hand, then looked at the plate of golden shrimp balls, and said, "I'll try Fang Qiu's praise, and the golden shrimp balls that Ke Qing likes."

As she spoke, she picked up a piece of golden shrimp ball, put it in her mouth and took a bite, her eyes lit up immediately.

"How about it?"

Xiangling asked.

"Not bad, I have the same opinion as Fang Qiu, very good."

Walnut smiled and said.