I live a slow life in Genshin Impact

"Why?"

Feng Luo couldn't help but ask.

This sudden cooking showdown caught everyone by surprise, and made Duraf's eyes light up even though he was originally preparing to find another solution.

Isn’t the opportunity here?

"Because I want to prove to her that raw materials are not the most important factor in determining the taste of food!"

Xiangling is full of energy: "Even ordinary ingredients can be used to make delicious dishes!"

This...is this the legendary competition between chefs?

Feng Luo was suddenly shocked.

Durav stepped forward and clapped his hands while speaking loudly.

"Okay! I think that's totally fine! I agree! To be fair, I will gather some people from other places to judge."

"Yeah! Food Contest!"

Paimon also cheered along. Her idea was simple. Since a food contest was being held, there must be delicious food!

"I don't mind, but I don't know if Miss Xiangling can accept it."

Brock crossed his arms, looking confident.

She has been making barbecue in Qingquan Town for more than ten years, and her cooking skills have already reached perfection.

Although she only knows how to cook barbecue, she believes that the barbecue she makes is extremely delicious and definitely not inferior to Xiangling!

Xiangling is also eager to try. The purpose of Wanmin Hall, in addition to making ordinary food delicious, is to include delicious recipes from all over the world to enrich the dishes.

So when it comes to a competition, Xiangling will never refuse!

"Then it's settled! We'll have three days to prepare the ingredients. See you there!"

"Okay, see you there or see you!"

After completing the agreement, Xiangling hurried away with Ying and Paimon.

"Young people are so energetic. I must use my pigeons to contact my old friends!"

Durav laughed.

"Feng Luo, you must come when the time comes!"

"No problem. Oh, by the way, about the goods I purchased..."

Feng Luo talked briefly with Duraf about the quality requirements and price of the goods, and then they reached an agreement.

When Feng Luo returned to Chongyun's cabin, he saw that he was able to walk and had changed into his previous clothes.

"Why did you get up so soon?"

Feng Luo hurriedly went over to him: "And aren't your clothes wet?"

However, when his hand touched Chongyun's clothes, he found that they were as dry as if they had been dried in the sun.

"My pure yang body can dry clothes."

Chongyun explained, "And it recovers very quickly. I have to go back to Liyue as soon as possible. Xingqiu knows that I went to the snowy mountains. If I don't go back for a long time, he will definitely be worried."

"Speaking of this... Could it be that he was the one who instigated you to go to the snowy mountains?"

Feng Luo didn't think about Xingqiu at first, but when Chongyun said this, he immediately reacted.

Chongyun is honest and straightforward, and easily believes what others say.

And considering Xingqiu's penchant for playing pranks from time to time, it is possible for him to leak a little information and then trick Chongyun into taking a cold bath on the snowy mountain!

"what?"

Chongyun was stunned, and quickly shook his head frantically: "No, no, absolutely not!"

As he spoke, he couldn't stop winking behind him.

Shen He behind him frowned slightly when he heard the name "Xingqiu".

It seems that he has a lot of opinions...

Feng Luo immediately understood and quickly changed the subject: "Oh, by the way, the poachers I just saw were actually good friends I knew before. They poached because they were confused for a moment and they were new here and didn't know the rules. Fortunately, the damage was not too great and Duraf didn't make a fuss about it. However, they are going to have a food showdown with Chef Brock from Qingquan Town, the maker of the barbecue you just ate!"

"What is a food showdown?"

Shen He was indeed led astray, and asked in confusion: "Could it be that while the other party was cooking, he added something to mess with the other party's food?"

"That wouldn't be called a food showdown. It should be called a dark cuisine showdown... Abyss Kitchen Competition?"

Feng Luo's mouth twitched.

Shen He's ideas are sometimes really amazing...

I don't know what her train of thought is like?

Although he is not very good at dealing with people, Shen He is a self-taught genius when it comes to threatening and using simple and crude means to solve problems.

If she had not become a disciple of an immortal, Feng Luo even doubted whether she would become one of the top executives of the Fatui!

"A food showdown is a competition to see who cooks better."

Chongyun explained to his aunt.

"Oh, I understand."

Shen He nodded, then looked at Feng Luo: "Aren't you going to compete? I think the dishes you cook are also delicious."

"Hmm - I haven't thought about it that way, but what you said makes sense! But this is their competition, so I better not go out and steal the limelight."

Feng Luo was quite tempted, but after thinking about it, he realized that this was Xiangling and Brock's stage, and if he took action himself... it would be too bullying.

It may sound a bit arrogant to say this, but after mastering the power of the abyss, Feng Luo's level has risen to a new level.

Whether it is the perception of ingredients, the combination of elemental forces, or even the control of heat, he is incomparable to ordinary people.

In his eyes, Brock is just an aunt who knows how to barbecue, and Xiangling is an immature little girl.

Adhering to the quality of respecting the elderly and loving the young, as well as the idea of ​​making more money, Feng Luo reluctantly rejected this tempting proposal.

"Well, you are really kind."

Shen He's eyes softened as he looked at Feng Luo.

?

Chongyun looked at Feng Luo, then at Shen He, and his expression changed slightly.

"Feng Luo...between you and my aunt..."

He hesitated.

This kind of thing sounds a bit absurd, but now it really makes sense!

Do I need another uncle? Or one who is about the same age as me...

However, if it was Feng Luo, it wouldn't be that hard to accept...

only……

"Hey, Chongyun, what are you thinking about?"

Feng Luo saw Chongyun's eyes looking over at him, and then his face changed several times. He guessed in his heart that he was thinking something wrong, so he smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Shen He and I are super good friends! Right, Shen He?"

He looked at Shen He with a smile.

However, Shen He did not answer for a long time. He just looked at him silently, with thousands of words in his bright eyes.

"Uh uh uh... Shen He, are you saying something?"

A bead of cold sweat slowly slid down Feng Luo's forehead.

Shen He remained silent for a long time, and the atmosphere began to become a little tense.

Chongyun didn't even dare to breathe, his mind was filled with thoughts of how great it would be if Xingqiu was here!

What should I do in this situation?