Genshin Impact: I am Nangong Wenya, whoever I touch will be stupid

"This! This! And this!"

"Pack them all up for my brother!"

Nangong Ya stretched out her finger and pointed at a row of children's clothes, patted the young Xiao's shoulder and gave instructions to the clerk in a generous manner.

"Ahem, little sister, are you sure you didn't make a mistake? Most of these clothes are for girls. They won't fit your brother, right?"

Hearing Nangong Ya's generous tone, the clerk did not doubt whether a little kid like her had so much Mora, but from Nangong Ya's words, it was obvious that these clothes were bought for the little boy with dark green hair.

"But he's cute, isn't he?"

Nangong Ya didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She hugged the young Xiao with her arms and responded to the clerk confidently. Some fan art she had seen before the time travel appeared in her mind... something like maid Xiao...

"Ah? Little sister, you are right, but..."

The clerk didn't know what to do for a moment.

In the end, the clerk had to pack up all the clothes that Nangong Ya had chosen. At least there were still a few men's clothes in it.

Afterwards, Nangong Ya asked the young Xiao to change into a new set of clothes, a set of luxurious children's clothes, with long sleeves that covered the eye-catching tattoos on his arms, making him look like a young master of a wealthy family in an instant.

"Haha, little brother looks really polite and cute."

The clerk praised the young Xiao generously after he changed his clothes.

This made him, who was already shy, lower his head shyly and replied in a soft voice: "Thank you..."

"Not bad, not bad, check out!"

Nangong Ya was very satisfied with the young Xiao’s new clothes and took out her purse to pay.

"Tens, hundreds, thousands, millions... 790,000 Mora?!"

When the clerk handed over the bill, Nangong Ya's eyes widened suddenly.

Although my pocket money was a heavy bag, it was only 100,000 Mora...

"Yes, our clothes are all handmade and high-end."

The clerk handed the bill to Nangong Ya with a smile.

"Um... Sister Clerk, please send the bill to the Hall of the Dead."

Nangong Ya silently pushed the bill back.

After getting the clerk's consent, Nangong Ya pulled the young Xiao out of the store.

"Is this dress made of gold or is the brand made of gold? It's so expensive..."

After walking some distance away from the store, Nangong Ya couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"But...it is indeed very comfortable."

The young Xiao looked down at his clothes and then he rarely responded to Nangong Ya.

"Yeah, Xiaobao, as long as you like it! It's just a small amount of money, I don't mind it!"

"Come on, I'll take you to buy toys."

Seeing that the young Xiao was happy, Nangong Ya became happy and pulled him to continue walking forward.

Not long after, Xiao appeared on the street, holding a windmill in his left hand and a string of candied haws in his right hand, chewing them obediently. Nangong Ya, who was also holding a candied haws, was standing beside him, holding the wrist of the hand holding the windmill.

They strolled like this for a while, until Xiao felt tired from walking too much, and then Nangong Ya took him back to the Hall of Rebirth.

After handing Xiao over to Zhongli, Nangong Ya left the Hall of Rebirth alone.

In this way, we arrived at Wanmin Hall with ease.

It was not dinner time, and Wanmin Hall was relatively quiet. Guoba, who had nothing to do, was sitting on a chair gnawing on Jueyun peppers. Although it was so spicy that he was spitting fire from time to time, he still gnawing on them happily.

Nangong Ya quietly came over from behind, grabbed Guoba and picked it up.

"Lu? Lulu?"

Guoba was so startled that the Jueyun pepper he had just taken a bite of fell to the ground.

"Ouch? Xiaoya, be careful, Guoba will spit fire after eating the chili!"

Guoba's scream also attracted the attention of Xiangling who was cooking, and she quickly reminded Nangong Ya.

"Lulu~!"

Guoba swallowed the flame that was about to burst out, and after seeing that it was Nangong Ya, he waved happily in the air.

"Hehe~ The rice crust feels really good to the touch, and it's so cute and chubby~!"

Nangong Ya put the rice crust down again and turned to look at Xiangling who was hurried over.

"Huh, Xiaoya, I'm glad you're okay..."

Seeing that Guoba had held back from spitting fire, Xiangling patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she asked Nangong Ya in confusion, "But Xiaoya, are you here to eat at this time?"

"No, I came here to ask Sister Xiangling for help."

Nangong Ya shook her head and held up her purse with both hands. She was ready to pay the reward.

"I don't know what kind of help you can provide, but as long as I can help, just leave it to me."

Xiangling agreed without hesitation.

After getting Xiangling's consent, Nangong Ya began to explain what help she needed from Xiangling.

"It's like this, Ganyu... My sister eats very little every day to lose weight, so I would like you to help me recreate a dessert I've eaten for her to try."

"I see. What is that dessert called?"

Since she had just brought Ganyu to Wanmin Hall yesterday, Xiangling knew that the two had a special relationship. She was not overly surprised about this, but instead asked the name of the dessert, hoping that she would know how to make it.

"It's called Qingxin Pills, because Sister Ganyu likes to eat Qingxin. Maybe she can accept this dessert."

Nangong Ya said the name of the dessert, and it was because of this name that she decided to ask Xiangling for help.

"Qingxin Pills? Can that kind of medicinal material be used to make desserts?"

Xiangling opened her eyes wide in surprise. If a dessert could be made with Qingxin, the person who invented this dessert must also be a master cook!

"That's not the case. It's just called Qingxin Pills. They are made from tapioca starch, a bit like taro balls without taro."

Nangong Ya quickly shook her head. There was no such medicinal herb as Qingxin in the world before she traveled through time. Qingxin Pills were the dessert she had accidentally eaten in that world.

"Is it similar to taro balls? Then I can give it a try!"

"But it seems that we are out of tapioca starch at home... Dad, I'm going out to buy something!"

After muttering something, Xiangling immediately turned around and called out to her father, Master Mao, then pulled Nangong Ya out of the door in a swift and decisive manner.

"Lulu!"

Guoba quickly jumped off his chair and chased after him.

Soon, Xiangling bought enough tapioca starch, and at Nangong Ya's suggestion, she also bought some mung beans, fruits, and a few Qingxin flowers.

Back in Wanmin Hall, Xiangling occupied the cafeteria, and Master Mao watched contentedly from the side after hearing Nangong Ya's sweet "Uncle Mao".

Based on Nangong Ya's description along the way and Xiangling's own experience, she first took out a frying pan, put in a few rock sugars, and poured in clean water that just covered the rock sugars.

"Cooker, spit fire!"

Then, with the help of the fire from the rice crust, the rock sugar melted quickly and the water began to boil.

"Xiaoya, tapioca flour."

Take the pot off the fire, Xiangling pours tapioca starch in a ratio of almost the same as water into the pot, stirs it into a viscous state, and uses boiling water to cook the tapioca starch.

Then, Xiangling poured in the same amount of tapioca flour as in the pot and mixed the two together into a cotton-like dough.

At this time, the dough was not so hot anymore. Xiangling poured it onto the chopping board and began to knead it like dough. Nangong Ya also took a small portion and learned from it.

The dough at this time is as elastic and sticky as rice cake, and it will only stretch without breaking if you pull out a part of it.

Finally, Xiangling and Nangong Ya pulled out some of the dough, rolled it into long strips with their hands, and placed them evenly side by side on the chopping board.

When the chopping board is full, Xiangling picks up the knife and cuts the long strips into small pieces of even length. Because they are rolled into long strips, the shape after cutting is not a regular circle, but a small cylinder, but at first glance they still look like individual pieces.

"Wow! This seems to have worked!"

Looking at the raw Qingxin pills placed in the bowl from the chopping board, Nangong Ya's eyes lit up and she spoke excitedly.

"Lulu!"

The Guoba on the side was also dancing happily.

"Well, it was a success the first time, but there are still areas for improvement, and the fruity flavor Xiaoya mentioned hasn't been made yet. Let's try it a few more times."

Xiangling also nodded, but she was not satisfied.

So, Xiangling started to make Qingxin Pills according to the previous steps, but the first thing she added to the water was not only rock sugar, but also some squeezed fruit juice for flavoring.

Soon, Xiangling made Qingxin Pills in various flavors, including sunset fruit flavor, falling berry flavor, red thought fruit flavor, pear flavor, etc.

Finally, the most important one, which Nangong Ya strongly requested, is the Qingxinwei Qingxin Pills.

This is made by squeezing Qingxin juice and mixing it into the production process of Qingxin Pills. It looks green in color.

After making various Qingxin Pills, Nangong Ya selected Qingxin Pills of different flavors and mixed them together. She poured them into the pot together with the mung beans that Master Mao had helped to peel. Soon a pot of mung bean Qingxin Pills sweet soup was ready.

"Hmm...it smells really good. Dad and Guoba, you guys should try it too!"

Xiangling scooped out four bowls of mung bean and heart-clearing pill sweet soup.

"Lulu~"

After tasting it for a while, Guoba sat on the chair and shook his body happily.

"Hehe, it seems that Guoba likes this bowl of sweet soup very much!"

Xiangling also tasted it happily.

"Mm, the taste is refreshing, chewy and chewy. If you want to cool down in the summer, a bowl of mung bean pills is much more enjoyable than just eating mung bean sweet soup."

Chef Mao gave this evaluation after tasting it.

"Hey, Dad, you can sell this sweet soup in the afternoon. It's much more popular than mung bean soup."

Xiangling agreed with Master Mao's words while tasting the food.

"..."

Compared to the three satisfied people, Nangong Ya’s face froze after taking the first bite.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Xiaoya? Didn't the taste meet your expectations?"

Noticing that Nangong Ya's reaction was not right, Xiangling put down the bowl in her hand and asked with some concern.

"…I tasted the Qingxin flavor! It's so bitter!"

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