To the eternal you

If you ask a traveler from a foreign country their impression of Liyue, they should probably be particular about it.

Traveling requires attention to travel, eating also requires attention to food, and doing business is a knowledge that pays attention to decency.

It's like drinking morning tea, not only to eat, but also to eat deliciously and satisfyingly, so Liyue's breakfast can be described as a must, dried bean shreds, pasta snacks, and egg dishes, these three things can bloom a variety of flavors. This way of eating.

As the saying goes, half a day of leisure is stolen, and some people like to relax and drink tea at this time.

Some people will be here to discuss business, exchange information, or it seems that this pair is a strange but not so strange combination.

With black hair and jade eyes, handsome cheeks but still masculine, the slim tailored suit looks like a young man who has returned from studying abroad.

Together with him are two sisters, one big and one small, Daoqiuhua girl. The sister's purple hair is tied with braids, and she is dressed in a kimono with sleeves that looks awe-inspiring yet gentle. Her eyes are full of tenderness. young girl.

The girl wears Ji hairstyle, and her face is very similar to that of her older sister, but there is a slight difference. At the moment, she is sitting beside her in a slightly obedient manner, talking in a soft voice.

Every time Morakes goes on a private tour, he will change his appearance and identity to ensure that he will not be associated with it. After dressing up in disguise, he will turn into an archaeological scholar named Zhongli.

Now holding the menu and scanning ten lines at a glance, Xiao Er next to him bent over and looked at him with an eager smile on his face.

"This guest officer, what do you want?"

"It would be a pity if my two rice wife friends didn't taste the traditional dishes here, except for the above... Well, wait a minute."

He raised his head and looked at the two beauties who were walking with him with serious expressions.

"What taboo do you have?"

After all, apart from beans, noodles, and eggs, Liyue’s breakfast food also has some things like beef offal, tripe, and offal soup. For example, the Mond people compare this kind of food...um ...Those with strong receptivity can probably get used to that after vomiting a few times?

And these two girls and sisters who look like they have never even been in the kitchen, coupled with Daozao's usual light diet, may really have some things that are used to eating here that are taboo over there.

"It doesn't matter to me, I just need to be able to enter." Ying looked at the girl, showing the intention of asking.

"I...as long as I'm not a fish, I don't know why, but I always feel tired of eating." Qi whispered.

"Oh? I thought that you might have a preference for this type of food, but it's understandable. I'm really... troubled by seafood."

Zhongli chuckled lightly, then lightly ordered a few dishes from the menu, and handed them over to Xiao Er.

"Except for these, everything else."

"Okay... okay!"

Xiaoer was overjoyed, he didn't expect to meet such a rich man, he took the recipe and went to the back kitchen.

"Mr. Zhongli eats so much for breakfast?"

The girl showed a little curiosity. After all, it was hard to associate Mr. Zhongli, who was polite in appearance and refined in his manner and speech, with the big eater.

"That's a good question, Qi, have you ever heard the story of Liyue's past stove demon Marcusius?"

Zhong Li's upright and peaceful sitting posture is like a mountain. His calm external temperament and magnetic voice make people can't help but listen to his story.

"Qi's memory of the past is vague, of course she can't."

But Mother Ying was obviously a little wary, looked at him with a cautious look, and then approached some girls, like this kind of knowledgeable and everything seems to be able to tell a story, and the mature and reliable man can kill a little girl The force is too strong.

Qi can only stick with his mother, and other than that, he can't even be a general.

"I vaguely seem to have the impression that it is rumored to be a demon god who controls the fire and people's livelihood."

Although the girl was a little puzzled by her mother's actions, she still replied obediently.

"That's true. The kitchen god Marcusius was born in the sparks from the collision of stones. He has been a demon god who loves humans since his birth."

Zhongli Wenrun returned with Ying's mother's helpless smile. Since the beginning of the story has been told, it naturally needs to be completed.

"About 500 years ago, the Liyue people established a settlement on the plain, named Guiliji. It was the place known today as Guiliyuan, and it was there that the first ray was raised by the Kitchen God. of cooking smoke."

"The Kitchen God took good care of human beings, so he incarnated and sneaked into thousands of households to help make fire and cook, and help people reunite. But the good times didn't last long. A flood swept Guiliyuan, and the residents were forced to move south to Liyue Port."

The diners who were eating at the side also secretly raised their ears. This kind of scene made them somewhat concerned. After all, they were discussing the legendary Kitchen God in front of people from a foreign country, and they all felt proud.

"The immortals escorted the people away for many days. During this period, the Kitchen God made an ancient delicacy, which was composed of naan and meat sauce for dispelling dampness and cold. It was easy to carry and became a common ration for people during that time."

"But at that time, the flood destroyed a lot of fields, and the stored granary was also severely damp. Even if there was a kitchen god to bake it and turn it into pancakes, it was not inexhaustible. During the ten days without stopping the wind and rain, they moved to the People in Liyue Port also habitually eat naan in the morning, and then set off again, with only two meals a day, morning and evening."

Speaking of this, the waiter also came over with traditional dishes such as lotus seed poultry custard and bright moon eggs.

"In this way, if you don't eat breakfast or don't eat enough, you will be left behind, slowing down the team's journey, and will not be energetic all day long."

He took out his chopsticks and poked it lightly. The clear and bright egg block could be broken with a blow, and a few lotus seeds were dotted in it, and the mellow fragrance of the egg also came out.

"So Mr. Zhongli ordered so many to commemorate those difficult days and the Kitchen God?"

Although the girl's clear and innocent words are unintentional, they are also thought-provoking.

"I think I'm probably used to it. After all, no matter how you look at it, Mora... If Mora doesn't spend it, it's meaningless to meet my own needs."

Ying's mother, who almost had a mustache, quickly changed her tongue and said falteringly.

"That's true. Mora is a voucher for exchange. If you don't spend it, it's useless."

Zhongli naturally wouldn't panic because of such a trivial matter, but just nodded, approving what Yingmama said.

"However, since the meal has arrived, it would be a waste to continue chatting. No matter how much you eat, it's one thing, but you can't waste food. This is the true memory of the hardships of the past years and the Kitchen God."

Mr. Zhongli took the lead in tasting, but Mama Ying and Qi looked at him suspiciously.

"Ok?"

This made him undecided all of a sudden, not to clamp, not to let go.

"You two, what's the problem?"

"Isn't it only for Mr. Zhongli?"

Looking at each other, Zhong Li looked down at the big bowl of lotus seed poultry egg soup and a small plate of bright moon eggs placed in the center of the table, there were only two of them.

"..."

A subtle embarrassing atmosphere appeared. Although Zhongli was well versed in the past and present, he could also explain the politics and relations of the other seven countries in a simple and concise manner.

But the understanding of the cultural composition of Inazuma's food and izakaya food is only approximate. It might be better to say that the only time he and Fengshen went to see the girl's ascension to the gods.

In the busy years of the past, how could it be possible to have time to study the eating habits of people in other countries? Being able to tell the famous dishes of the other country is already considered a good insight.

This point is actually a consistent misunderstanding. The Daowife are actually used to sharing their own portions when eating at home, instead of sharing a plate like the Liyue people. Of course, there is no such thing as better or worse, it is just a pure cultural habit. It's just different.

And the atmosphere just now was so good that he also forgot about this point, and not to mention that little second, Dao's wife rarely went to Liyue, it might be better to say that Dao's wife was very xenophobic in the past one country.

Now that the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries is deepening day by day, perhaps such a small oolong will also be staged in the days to come.

This actually made Zhongli fall into deep thought. From the details, we can get a glimpse of some existing problems, so how to avoid seeking common ground while reserving differences between the cultures of the two countries is something that needs to be considered.

It's just that after all, Liyue really hasn't come out to eat now, the same kind of dish on a table is divided into three plates, so the workload of washing dishes is so heavy.

"Actually, I think it's good to go to the countryside and do as the Romans say, as Liyue said?"

The girl was the first to break the silence, looking at her mother and Mr. Zhongli cautiously, holding the chopsticks in her hand, she was about to reach for the lotus seed poultry custard.

"Splitting it into half or three pieces is indeed a bit too much."

Surprisingly, Yingmama didn't get entangled, it might be better to say that she accepted it faster than Zhongli, under his slightly puzzled eyes.

The chopsticks of the girl and Yingmama were clearly pointing at different positions, but they happened to meet together.

This kind of scene will probably be staged once for every dish, so that Mr. Zhongli thought it was some kind of special etiquette, and when he was about to touch the chopsticks with the girl, Yingmama slapped him viciously away.

It was obvious that there were three of them eating, but Mr. Zhongli felt that he was an outsider in this meal.

Interacting with people is a lot of fun.

In the end, he only came to this conclusion, and when he was about to check out, he found that he forgot to bring the money.

Not to mention Yingmama, she always said that when she bought things, she would buy them naturally, and Yingmama, as a parent, did not have Mo La, so let alone Qi, the little pocket money she had saved I don't know when it ran out.

The shriveled carp purse gave off an air of poverty, and the three of them couldn't make up enough money for a meal, that's about it.

Just when the girl trembled and was about to get up to wash dishes and pay back the money, Ms. Gan Yu came to find her. The morning tea that almost forced Rock God, Thor God and the former Thor God to eat the overlord meal was over.

"Miss Gan Yu, thanks to you! Thank you very much! I will definitely work part-time to pay you back the meal money."

"Ahaha... No need, guests come from afar, as landlords, we should welcome you and your predecessor Narugami-sama."

Qi thinks that sister Gan Yu is a good person, a super super good fairy, not only beautiful and lovely but also generous.

"Thank you, sister Gan Yu!"

"Ah... really don't need to do this... it's just a meal!"

"Some elders told me that no matter what, if you receive help from others, you must thank and repay it well, so as to make the friendship last longer, so please accept my thanks!"

The stubborn girl was about to take the God's Eye as a mortgage first, but she bumped into Miss Gan Yu who thought the other party was about to bow, but hurriedly bent over and lowered her head. The two of them held their red foreheads, looking at each other.

"Miss Gan Yu, my thanks to you are serious..."

"I am also serious about what I said to Your Highness..."

"No, please accept my thanks first..."

"Oh, it can't, it can't be like this..."

Mr. Zhongli and Ying walked at the back, watching this scene.

The former is in a good mood, but the latter... then I have to guess carefully.

In the end, Miss Gan Yu, who was really stubborn as a girl, had no choice but to agree to the other party's request to come to Yuehai Pavilion for help.

The two people's unanimous cognition in terms of work made the relationship develop rapidly.

After working overtime with mutual cooperation, the degree of recognition for each other has increased again. After a while, I pray for my sister, sister Gan Yu's intimacy.

Zhong Li was quite surprised to be able to change Gan Yu, who was somewhat cautious, from a cautious look to this.

However, a certain mother couldn’t sit still——