Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

Sandoni silently turned and left, thinking it best to leave this terrifying place as soon as possible; something extremely serious must have happened.

"Isn't this Miss Puppet?"

A hand suddenly grabbed Sandonne's right shoulder, and a warm voice came from behind: "Aren't you going to finish dinner before you leave?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Sandonne's forehead. He turned around shakily and saw the kindly smiling Su Ming. His heart skipped a beat.

"I suddenly remembered that the gas in the workshop was not turned off, and if I didn't turn it off as soon as possible, it would cause an explosion."

Sandone said with a serious expression, not giving Su Ming a chance to refute, and immediately turned around and gave him a quick slap. Her sixth sense was always very accurate, and she absolutely could not stay here any longer!

"It doesn't matter, I'll make breakfast tomorrow anyway."

Su Ming shrugged, indicating that he could escape tonight but not tomorrow morning. In order to figure out what kind of positive buff the talent could bring, more experiments were needed. For the time being, he could only ask Miss Puppet to be his guinea pig.

Anyway, the only downside to his food is that it tastes bad, and it's even good for your health, so it's a win-win situation.

Sandone had no reason to refuse. Staying in the workshop every day must be very malnourished, so let the hermit supplement her nutrition!

This is what it means to care for colleagues; this is the kind of positive energy that should be promoted!

On the other side, the young master also recovered from the mental shock brought on by the rice noodles after half an hour. To be honest, although the feeling was no different from eating shit, it could clearly eliminate the fatigue deep in his body.

As a martial artist, the young master naturally had extremely deep control over his body. After eating seafood rice noodles, all the muscles in his body were fully relaxed. Now, he could easily smash ten Qunyu Pavilions without any problem.

"What exactly is this method?" the young master asked curiously. Maybe he could ask Donya to make it for him later, and he wouldn't have to eat the deadly, unpalatable taste.

He wanted to learn from them, as the amazing effects of this food were incredibly helpful for relaxation after exercise, allowing him to dedicate more time to self-improvement.

"Don't ask too much about the Liyue Vegetables," Su Ming said after a few seconds of silence, deciding to brush it off, fearing that one day Brother D'Artagnan might try to cook them himself and end up dying from food poisoning.

“Liyue…” The young master seemed to have thought of something, and a look of “perfect” flashed in his eyes.

Su Ming naturally noticed this, and after thinking about it, he realized that he was not clear about the current timeline. However, he could find out the approximate time by asking Columbia about the lady's movements.

The young master's stage will have to wait until Liyue, and at the moment he seems to be the most worthwhile candidate to raise favor with. Hopefully, I can get a normal weapon before leaving the starting village.

Thinking of this, Su Ming smiled warmly, naturally put his right hand on the young master's shoulder, and said with a smile, "If you are interested in Liyue cuisine, I will make it for you every day from now on. You just need to practice martial arts with me for a while."

The young master didn't hesitate and readily agreed to Su Ming's request, "No problem, partner, but could you please make sure the dish isn't so bad?"

Su Ming chuckled at the young master, "That won't do. If it tastes good, it won't have the same effect. You don't know, but there's an old saying in Liyue: 'Good medicine tastes bitter,' meaning that the more effective the medicine, the more bitter it is. I certainly wouldn't lie to my partner, right?"

"..." Why does the young master feel that Su Ming's smile looks so familiar? "Anyway, partner, welcome to the Fools."

The young master patted Su Ming on the shoulder, then stood up to see what Donya was doing, since it had been a while since he had seen her.

Su Ming was surrounded by the children of the Hearth House, which was very popular. The oldest of these children was only about 15 or 6 years old, and the youngest was even seven or eight years old.

"Big brother, do you know how to play with a sword? I heard that people who play with swords are very skilled!" The little boy excitedly tugged at Su Ming's sleeve and shouted excitedly.

Su Ming chuckled a few times. It seemed that the passive effect of the artifact was indeed very useful. "Where did you hear that those who wield swords are the most powerful?"

"A light novel? Haven't you read 'The Legend of the Broken Sword', big brother?" another boy said in surprise, his eyes wide with shock.

"Light...novels?"

Su Ming was stunned for a moment before he realized that the light novel was indeed very popular in Inazuma, but he didn't expect it to be so popular in Zhi Dong, and it sounded like a martial arts novel.

He could do it too. He read a lot of novels back on Earth anyway. He could just write a story about elemental horses or learning to slay gods at the Order Academy. If all else fails, he could even write a story about a primordial god. It would be a piece of cake for him. Earning a hundred million Mora wouldn't be a dream.

However, writing novels was a dead end, so Su Ming quickly gave up on the idea. Since he could just give up, why bother writing novels?

He hesitated for even a second, which would be disrespectful to slacking off. Since he could mooch off the Fatui's salary, there was no need for him to work. His main goal was to "live and work in peace and contentment."

"Kid, don't read novels all the time. Here, big brother will give you a copy of 'Five Years of Fools, Three Years of Executives' to do. Don't be shy."

Su Ming said with a smile, "It's a pity we don't have one. Otherwise, we would have given one to each of the children in the Hearth House for free, as a gift from the Hermit Brother."

Seeing this harmonious scene, Columbia, who was not far away, also smiled slightly. The hermit was essentially a good person, it was just a pity that he could cook.

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D'Artagnan: Data/Audio

About the Hermit's Cuisine

I advise you not to eat it.

Chapter 016 Only by retaining a certain degree of unpleasantness can one prove that it is free of toxins.

Even late at night, the Fireplace House was still brightly lit, which showed that Arecino was in good financial condition. From every angle, the Fireplace House was a perfect manor.

Villas truly reflect the owner's taste. The only regret is that they're not on an island; otherwise, the idea of ​​a villa on an island would be fantastic.

Su Ming always felt that the manor villa was all paid for by public funds. If he had the chance, he could raise his favorability with Puchnera and move into the Winter's Mansion, becoming a winner in life. He could even have Columbia come to be his maid.

How wonderful! But one can't indulge in daydreams for too long. If he were to actually go looking for Puchenara, he would most likely be so fooled that he wouldn't even have any bitter tea left.

"What do our executives usually do?" Su Ming raised the bottle of red wine in his hand to Colombia. Although he didn't recognize the brand, he could tell from the luxurious packaging that it wasn't cheap. But since it was free, why not drink it?

“Each executive has different responsibilities. Some are away on covert missions year-round, while others stay behind to ensure the smooth progress of the plan,” Columbia smiled slightly and picked up a wine glass from the side. “Personally, I prefer strong liquor.”

Wow, I really didn't expect that... Su Ming muttered to himself. He himself wasn't a very good drinker, and he never thought that someone as quiet and gentle as Columbia would like strong liquor.

However, Su Ming understood when he thought of the prototype of Zhi Dong. This place should be a place where strong liquor is produced, and it is probably a common drinking culture.

"And what about Colombia?"

Su Ming poured the red wine into the glass, and through the transparent glass, one could see Columbia's serene and pretty face, as quiet and beautiful as an angel.

He suddenly wanted to ask Columbia, "Has anyone ever said you're beautiful?" But in the end, he said nothing. Sometimes beauty doesn't need evaluation; her mere existence is beauty itself, sacred enough to prevent any thought of defilement.

Okay, there's still a tiny bit, um... a tiny bit.

"Me?" Columbia picked up her wine glass and gently placed her left index finger to Su Ming's lips. "It's a secret."

The girl's breath was like a snow lotus in winter, clean and sweet.

This was incredibly effective on Su Ming, a pure-hearted young man who had never been in a relationship. He tried to maintain his composure and then chugged down a large gulp of red wine.

Columbia: "???"

Su Ming always manages to do things that are beyond the common sense of Colombia, which can be simply explained as being too outrageous and having an absurd level of antics.

"what!"

Su Ming downed half a bottle of red wine before he recovered, though he felt a bit dizzy. Who knew the red wine was so strong?

To regain his senses, Su Ming picked up the Dudu Lian seafood rice noodles next to him and took a bite. It can only be said that the effect was immediate; the taste was so bad that he sobered up instantly.

"This is fucking awful!" Su Ming vomited so badly he blurted out Li Yue's curses. He really couldn't hold back anymore. So it really was that bad. He thought that Donya and the young master had some acting talent.

It was unexpectedly really bad; there was no acting involved, it was all genuine emotion.

"Pfft..." Columbia covered her mouth and chuckled, "You know it tastes awful, don't you?"

Su Ming was a little embarrassed and tried to argue, "People from Liyue believe that good medicine tastes bitter. The fact that the food tastes bad just proves that there is no poison in it!"

Only if it retains a certain degree of unpleasantness can it be said that it is free of toxins.

Columbia pursed her lips, trying hard to suppress her laughter.

However, what Su Ming said made sense. She had only taken a small bite and was still able to feel the warm, healing power, which was indeed amazing.

Columbia once saw a dish called "Immortal Jumps Over the Wall" in an ancient Liyue book. Legend has it that as long as you eat one bite, you can experience the feeling of becoming an immortal.

Liyue vegetables are indeed amazing, but amazing as they are, Columbia doesn't recall ever seeing such unpalatable Liyue vegetables, so ultimately it's the cook's fault.

"The Queen should assign you a task in a few days," Columbia said, taking a sip of red wine and smiling at Su Ming. "Just familiarize yourself with your surroundings for the next few days; rest time is a rare treat."

"Thank you, I understand," Su Ming nodded slightly. The thing he needed to do in the next few days was to find some treasure chests as soon as possible. Once he left Winter City, he didn't know when he would be able to come back. He didn't have to be 100% exploring, but he had to find at least 90% of them.

I also need to raise my favorability with the executives. At the moment, it seems that my priority targets should be D'Artagnan and Sandone, as these two should be the executives that are easier to meet. Who knows where the others are.

As for Columbia... Su Ming wasn't in a hurry. It was only the first day, and there would be a time when she would unlock more favorability.

“It’s getting late,” Columbia stood up, raised her wine glass and turned to Su Ming, “Welcome to the Fools’ Executive, and then… goodnight.”

She smiled gently, downed the red wine in her glass in one gulp, raised the empty stemmed glass lightly, turned and left, leaving behind only her graceful silhouette, like an elf amidst the snow-covered landscape.

"Good night."

Su Ming also felt a little tired. This was only the first day in Teyvat. He still needed to work hard to adapt to life here.

"I wonder if there's any late-night snack available..."

Su Ming muttered to himself as he retraced his steps. Although he had eaten a lot of delicious food at the welcome party, that one bite of rice noodles almost killed him.

The only light source on the road at night was the streetlights on both sides. At the end of the road, a figure wearing a straw hat could be seen.

The figure was also taken aback when he saw Su Ming, but quickly realized what was going on and said in a calm tone, "You are the Hermit?"

"you are?"

"Hmph...just passing by."

The young man slightly adjusted his straw hat, gave Su Ming a deep look, and then his figure disappeared gracefully at the end of the road.

Su Ming shrugged. If he wasn't mistaken, the person just now should have been a skirmisher. He did have some impression of this person, unlike Sandone, who only had the impression of "who?"

There should still be plenty of time before the soldiers head to Inazuma, which means he has ample time until winter.

However, each of the executives has a very distinct personality, and it seems that building goodwill with all of them would be an incredibly difficult task.

"Let's take it one step at a time."

Su Ming stretched and returned to his little nest in Winter City. He could feel the warm heat as soon as he opened the door. In the cold winter, this might be the happiest thing.

The campfire in the fireplace had gone out, but warm embers still remained.

Chapter 017 The Hermit, I Didn't Expect You to Be So Perverted

For Su Ming, this day was too dreamlike. He came to the continent of Teyvat and became a member of the Fatui Enforcers.

He sat in a recliner in front of the fireplace, the crackling sparks reflected deep in his pupils, the intense heat clearly telling him that this was not a dream, but reality.

"I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep now."

Su Ming yawned and walked to the bedside. Just as he was about to lie down, he froze in place. There was someone else on the bed at some point.

To be precise, it was a man wearing a mask.

Su Ming: "..."