Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

Rigal is pregnant.

Since I traveled through time, I have made plans one after another, but they all failed. The only successful plan was to let Rigel marry Lord Falkreath, but now I regret it deeply. If I had known this, would I have chosen to run away with her or return to Loristed to live a stable life? I smiled bitterly and shook my head. Rigel would not agree. From what she said, she wanted to dribble past the opponent. Wouldn't I become Lu Buwei? When I thought about my children calling Sidgel, that abscess, dad in the future, I felt sick! But now the arrow is on the string, and I can't help but shoot it.

I was very tired after traveling for days. Even though I had something on my mind, I fell asleep in a daze. But I didn't sleep well that night. The nightmare came again. The illusion and reality were strangely intertwined. Rigel and I wore Chinese dresses and got married in Falkreath. Lao Zheng and Lao Zhao also came to the wedding. The next second, Rigel sent our daughter to school, and the teacher who came to greet her at the school gate was Sidgal... There were all kinds of bizarre and incredible things, but I couldn't remember them clearly after I woke up.

I was woken up by Eddie. He looked at me with a worried look on his face. "Brother, you look so pale. Do you have vampire fever?"

"Go away! Can you please hope for me to be well? I'm having a nightmare."

"That's okay, come on, I have medicine."

Under Eddie's constant urging, I put on my clothes and followed him to the hotel. What the hell? Can medicine cure nightmares?

"Brother, what should we name our store?"

"It's your shop, so you have the final say on the name." I was most afraid of naming it, and I wasn't familiar with the taboos or etiquette in Tianji Province. It would be so embarrassing if I named it "Shi Zhenxiang" or "Bi Yuntao".

"No! Brother, you paid for it, and you own half of this store! How can I have the final say?"

Ah? I paid? I don't remember! Am I still half asleep? I must be dreaming that I opened a shop with Eddie. That's right! I raised my hand and slapped myself in the face. Are you still dreaming?

The pain...is not a dream...

Eddie looked at me like I was an idiot. He seemed to suddenly understand something and became flustered.

"Brother, you...you can't regret it! I've already spent the money! The eldest sister only built the house, and the furniture, kitchen utensils, meat and vegetables here were all bought with my money! No, no, no, we both paid for it! You can't ask for it back, I don't have the money to give you now!"

"He deserves to be beaten for his deceitful mouth!"

A silver bell-like laughter sounded behind him, and Eddie walked over with a smile on his face.

"Miss Angie is here! Shall we stick to the old rules?"

Angie smiled and nodded. Eddie turned and walked into the house, shouting, "A tray of carrot and mutton steamed dumplings with minced garlic and apple cider vinegar, and a pot of the best pine needle tea!"

This shout almost made me cry. I followed Eddie into the kitchen and we started working together. Eddie originally had two men, a boy named Joey took the money and left Helgen, and a girl named Murray stayed to work for him. At present, the girl can only do some odd jobs such as lighting the fire and cleaning the table. Eddie prepares the meals by himself. The dishes in the small restaurant are novel and affordable, and are very popular. Angie and Rigel are regular customers. But in most cases, the residents of the town still cook at home, and eating out is only occasionally to improve the food. Eddie once felt that it would take at least three years for him to make a profit, and he was very anxious.

So he started to think of ways to increase sales. Most people in Skyrim only eat two meals a day, but Eddie learned breakfast skills without any guidance. He persuaded Rigel that the soldiers would have strength to train during the day only if they had a full stomach in the morning. Although there were less than 20 soldiers in the town, Eddie opened up sales channels and earned a stable income. Now people who have the habit of eating breakfast are no longer limited to soldiers.

We worked together for more than an hour, and the weakness brought by the nightmare had subsided. Eddie wiped the sweat from his bald head with a towel, left poor Murray to clean up the restaurant, and took a plate of dumplings and pulled me to the cellar.

"Brother, come and taste my medicine."

"No, I'm fine now." Is there any more medicine that can be tasted?

Eddie pretended not to hear me and took three bottles of wine from the cabinet and lined them up in front of me - so these were his medicines!

"Brother, you are an expert, come and taste it."

Eddie sat opposite me, eagerly waiting for my comments after filling a glass with each of the three bottles. How could I be considered an expert in wine? I had drunk more wine in the three months since I came to Skyrim Province than I had in the past thirty years. But seeing Eddie's expectant eyes, I still picked up the glass, took a sip, and pretended to smack my lips.

"This one has the most mellow taste, but it's a little too sweet, and the aftertaste is not enough; the middle one smells like a pine tree, refreshing, and the taste is more... well... balanced. Moreover, this wine has several flavors in the mouth, which is called... uh... layered, and there is a sweet aftertaste at the end; the last one is very similar to the middle one, but it has a softer taste and a longer aftertaste. The latter two have their own advantages. For example, the middle one is like a young girl, youthful and passionate, and the last one is like a lady, elegant and dignified."

"Do you like girls or ladies?"

"I'd take them all if I could."

Eddie nodded, took a cup himself and drank from me.

"The bottle in the middle was brewed by me. It seems that it is still not mature enough. I will think about it and try to train the girl into a lady."

"You don't have to make mead, wouldn't gin and ale be more suitable?"

“Malt liquor is too cheap.”

Uh...well, this reason is really, simple.

"You can sell different grades of wine. Honey wine can be sold to wealthy guests, malt wine can quench everyone's thirst, and gin and malt wine can be sold to those who have a little money but can't afford high-end wine. This will meet the needs of customers from different classes."

Eddie put down his glass and gave me a thumbs up. "Brother, you are really evil. I knew it was right to drag you into this."

Is this a compliment to me?

"Eddie, I want to ask you one thing."

"Brother, what are you talking about? There's no need for us to beg for anything! As long as you don't want me to return the money, whatever you say is what you mean!"

"It's not about money, it's not about money. I brought back a little girl this time, her name is Lucia, she's an orphan, and I want to entrust her to you. Please do odd jobs in the store, take care of her food and accommodation, and don't abuse her. I'll pay for her pocket money."

"It's not your turn to pay for her pocket money! I was wondering why I couldn't find her anywhere, and you came here so early in the morning to drink cat piss!"

Rigel took us upstairs by the ears, and saw Dad, Riya, Ilandur, and Lucia sitting around a table. The Red Guard looked at me with disdain, obviously classifying me as a "hopeless alcoholic". Eddie was sent to make breakfast for everyone, and I took the opportunity to ask Ilandur how to get rid of Valmina's harassment.

I tried to avoid the details of the dream. After all, things like car fans were too bizarre for people in the world of swords and magic. However, Yilandul was not too surprised after hearing it.

"Perhaps the bottle of dream potion established some kind of connection between you and Valmina, which is why she found you again and again. It's not difficult to get rid of her. You just need to choose to believe in a holy spirit."

"I believe in the Nine Holy Spirits?"

"No, no, no, the faith I'm talking about is not the same as the one you're talking about..."

"Here it comes! Gao Yan's exclusive secret recipe, Baroness Helgen's favorite, tomato and egg noodles! You need special tableware to eat this - two! wooden! sticks!"

“That’s called chopsticks.”

Rigel was already very skilled in using chopsticks. The other three followed our example and stirred the noodles clumsily. Yilandul chewed the remaining words along with the noodles and swallowed them.