Genshin Impact: Wherever you go, all wear and tear will be eliminated

Paimon kept silent and sat down at the stone table with the blond boy.

Soon after, the door of the house was pushed open, and three people came out carrying square ancient wooden trays. On each of the large trays were placed a variety of dishes, all of which were of rare quality in the world.

The three of them are the owner of this courtyard house, Mo Ran, who is dressed in black, and Shen He, the eldest disciple of the master of this house, who has waist-length white hair and is extremely beautiful like an immortal and is also his beloved daughter.

The youngest one had a delicate face, like a fine porcelain doll. Although small, she walked with a strong step. The beautiful jade tied with a red string on her wrist swayed with a faint glow.

Xian Tiao Qiang, golden crab, four-way peace, fresh stew with pickled vegetables, three shredded vegetables, pearl jade white jade soup, Mora meat, golden shrimp balls, almond tofu, and the Hailang faction that Mo Ran himself insisted on burning paper for.

There were ten dishes in total, all placed on two stone tables.

Mo Ran smiled calmly and said loudly: "Everyone, everyone, the food is ready, the banquet begins, let's celebrate Liyue's survival after the catastrophe, and remember everything the Emperor has done for Liyue!"

The table where Mo Ran was sitting was also where Zhongli, Gui Zhong, Grandma Ping, Ningguang, Keqing, Shen He, Kong, and Paimeng were sitting.

As for the little porcelain doll Qiqi, she had already been taken away by two Yaksha aunts from another table. Now she was trapped in the tenderness between the two places, unable to move.

Zhongli glanced at the man in black, raised his glass for the first time, and said with a smile: "Mr. Mo Ran held this banquet to reward those who have made contributions to the defense of the country. I, Zhong, would like to toast you."

After saying this, Zhongli drank the elixir in the cup in one gulp, not leaving a drop.

Mo Ran laughed and said, "Mr. Zhongli is so generous, I can't fall behind. This cup is for the immortals who risked their lives to protect Liyue Harbor. Because of you, Liyue will always be here!"

"Even though the Emperor has passed away, the God of Dust has left, and the era of immortal rule has passed, as a Liyue person, I will never forget who has been guarding this commercial port until now, and who has been working hard for it, even though his black hair has turned white."

"Who is it that, with a single stone, holds up the giant mountain Tianheng, protecting the people of Liyue and their hometown from being destroyed?"

"And now, who still knows that the Kitchen God made spicy food to prevent diseases, and that the smoke from cooking rose above Liyue Harbor, and every household was filled with the aroma of food?"

"Who else would know and remember all of this?"

The man in black had a melancholy look on his face. His behavior just now was like that of a mortal who understood Liyue's ancient history very well and was lamenting the rise and fall of the country. This also made Paimeng and Kong believe a little more that this guy's ancestors had done a favor to the immortals.

If it weren't for the teachings of their ancestors, which have been passed down from generation to generation, how could they remember the immortal matters that have nothing to do with them so clearly? If they said it was just nonsense, the two of them looked at the faces of the people around them and they were clearly moved and touched by it.

Paimeng glanced at the man in black clothes who had just finished a glass of wine and whose face was slightly red. He took the opportunity to dig deeper and asked, "Mo Ran, what kind of relationship did your ancestors have with the immortals that is worth you remembering so clearly?"

Mo Ran rubbed his cheeks. The heroic words he just said were not false. They just happened to go with the flow. He paused, then suddenly sat up straight, opened his mouth and started a long speech again.

"My ancestor has been with Lord Dust God since before the establishment of Liyue Harbor. Legend has it that at that time, my ancestor used to take care of the mechanical creations for Lord Dust God. He worked diligently and never complained about the hardship or tiredness."

"It was at that time that my bloodline, which had been close to immortals and gods for generations, learned the skills of the Kitchen God and found a fairy stone for Yixiao Daotian Zhenjun. Now it has become the pillar that supports Tianheng Mountain."

"I played music with Gechen Langshi Zhenjun, and the music was harmonious and complemented each other. My ancestors also arranged the meals for the Yakshas."

"But these are actually trivial matters, at least in my opinion, but the immortals don't seem to think so. As a result, every time I get into trouble, there will be noble people to help me."

"Of course I know that this is not some kind of good fortune. I guess it's the help of an immortal in secret. Haha, otherwise, I wouldn't have met so many friends and relatives, and I wouldn't be sitting here chatting and laughing with you like today."

Paimeng listened quietly, looked at the immortals whose expressions remained unchanged, and thought to himself: "If Mo Ran knew that the one who had been accompanying him was an immortal, I wonder how he would feel."

The corners of Kong's mouth twitched as he tried hard to hold back a smile. His lower abdomen kept shaking. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, which was very painful.

Ningguang rolled her eyes, looking very charming, and thought to herself, "The old man's ability to make up stories is too strong."

Keqing seemed to be thinking about something, probably because she believed it.

Shen He smiled faintly, which was very charming, and then she was ready to say something shocking, because her elder sister had already instructed her.

Shen He said slowly: "Sister, have you ever heard father say these things before? This seems to be the first time I've heard of it."

Ningguang looked at her good sister with admiration, and said softly, "Neither do I. But it is normal. After all, the old man never tells us about his family bloodline. If it weren't for today, we might still be kept in the dark."

"Ah!" Paimeng exclaimed, looking at the two sisters who sang the same tune, and then looked at the man in black, and said in surprise: "The man who helped Tianquan Ningguang enter the business world and grew up step by step to where he is today, the old man who has always been behind the scenes, is Mo Ran?!"

Ningguang nodded slightly and chuckled, "Yes, but seeing how surprised you are, I guess the old man didn't tell you."

Paimon turned to look at the blond boy and asked, "Aren't you scared? Mo Ran was mentioned by the storyteller. He is the old man who has always helped Ning Guang. It's Mo Ran! How come you are not surprised at all?"

Kong said awkwardly, "Actually, I could guess a little bit before, but it wasn't quite certain, so I didn't say it out loud."

"Well, I'm so angry! You guys have been keeping me in the dark. Humph, I'm going to eat at Xinyuexuan and order the most expensive dishes! Kong, you pay!" Paimeng had an expression that said, 'If you don't agree, I will never be able to coax you.'

Sora could only smile and agree.

Mo Ran spoke again, offering advice, "Paimeng, the food at Xinyuexuan is actually not expensive. It won't cost tens of thousands of Mora. If you want to apologize, let the traveler book a high-end VIP room for you."

Paimon's round eyes rolled around, thinking it made sense, and he didn't argue with him. Instead, he looked at the blond boy and said nothing. He just watched and waited for what to say next.

Kong felt a little scared when being stared at, so he said hastily, "Okay, I promise you."

"Great!" Paimeng smiled brilliantly, completely lacking the 'stormy' look he had just now.

Kong wiped a cold sweat and said angrily, "Mo Ran, the price of the VIP room at Xinyuexuan shouldn't be too outrageous, right?"

The blond boy glanced at his wallet which had finally filled up, his heart in his throat. Even when facing the whirlpool demon god Osel, he had never been so frightened.

Mo Ran smiled slightly, exclaimed cheerfully, and said, "Don't worry, it's not expensive. The middle-income group in Liyue Port can spend it a few times. The lower limit is about 500,000 Mora. As for the upper limit, I remember a playboy who spent tens of millions of Mora on a meal."

hiss!

Two people gasped in shock, not only from the blond boy Kong, but also from the white floating object Paimon. One was worried about his travel companions' ability to squander, and the other felt sorry for the Moras who had nothing to do with him at all.

Keqing ate a golden shrimp ball, which was Yuheng Star's favorite dish. She had been worried that the banquet would be boring without this dish, but now it seemed that her worry was unnecessary.

"Speaking of Liyue Harbor's moon dishes, Xinyuexuan is undoubtedly the representative." Keqing recalled: "I often go to some shops incognito to inspect, and thus arrested many merchants who evaded taxes and violated taxes."

"But Xinyuexuan and Liuliting seem to be impeccable. They strictly control all indicators and have no problem with taxation. They can be regarded as role models for businesses."

Mo Ran followed up and said, "Miss Yuheng is right. Both stores are rare treasures."