Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

The noisy voices were faintly discernible and almost completely ignored.

Su Ming lowered his head and looked at the huge bowl in front of him.

The porcelain bowl is filled with bone soup that is so rich that it turns white. The smooth noodles are soaked in the soup, sprinkled with sliced ​​barbecued pork and green onions.

The rich aroma hits you in the face, as if you are being soaked in a soup that has been stewed for three days and three nights.

The tip of the chopsticks picked up a strand of noodles...

Hey!

Su Ming opened his eyes in an instant and looked at the ceiling blankly.

"I..." Su Ming's curse words were stuck in his throat. He turned over and huddled into the soft quilt. "Speak some sense, I finally had a dream, and I dreamed of eating noodles, but you won't let me finish it..."

Her long black hair slightly peeked out from under the quilt, spreading over the thick bed.

Su Ming hid his head in the quilt and closed his eyes to recall the feeling of dreaming.

The small system was frightened and printed out garbled characters. It scanned the host over and over again a thousand times but could not figure out the reason.

Is...has the seal of sleep been broken?

After a while, Su Ming turned over and sat up, casually put on his pajamas and walked out the door.

In the living room, the red-haired man sat on a chair in front of the window, holding a cup of tea and reading the book in his hand slowly.

Anina waved her hand, and the servant brought the breakfast... and lunch that had been prepared long ago.

Su Ming shook his head, "Is there an Inazuma cook?"

Anina: ???

After a moment of silence, Anina shook her head and said, "No."

Who would look for a cook across the sea while farming?

At the window, Diluk looked back in surprise, "It seems that you... slept well?"

He didn't have the usual suppressed grumpy look, but the Inazuma Cook thing...

"I suddenly want to eat ramen..." Su Ming thought about the only dream he had in all these years, and suddenly he wanted to eat it even more. "Can you ask the chef to try to make it?"

Anina's expression went blank for a moment as she looked at the greedy boss in front of her.

After a while, Anina nodded and said, "I'll make the arrangements."

"What's wrong?" Diluk put down his teacup, a hint of surprise flashing in his red eyes, "Do you want to go back to Inazuma and continue your journey?"

Su Ming shook his head and huddled into the sofa beside him. "I dreamed that I was eating ramen, but I woke up before I could put it in my mouth..."

Diluc:......

Ever since he met Su Ming, Diluk has been filled with nothing but speechlessness and confusion.

“So…” Diluk looked up at the direction Anina left, and rubbed the corners of the book unconsciously with his fingers, “Does it mean I have to eat it just because I dream about it?”

"Of course." Su Ming flipped through the account book he hadn't finished reading, and said seriously, "In my hometown, dreams are guidance, so it must be God who wanted me to eat this bowl of noodles."

As soon as he finished speaking, not only Diluk fell silent, but even the small system fell silent.

Given Su Ming's personality, if he had no problems sleeping, his dreams would definitely be mosaics. Could it be that...

Is this also a guide?

Diluk looked at Su Ming deeply, and then he sighed heavily after a while.

So are Liyue’s customs so strange?

……

Half an hour later, a bowl of ramen was delivered to Su Ming.

In order to protect the boss's vest, the housekeeper Anina suppressed her expectations and concern, and sat aside waiting for Su Ming to taste it.

Diluk moved to another sofa and sat down, his eyes occasionally glancing at Su Ming who was holding chopsticks.

Su Ming came closer and smelled it, then shook his head, "No...it's different."

For a moment, both the onlookers and the small system fell silent.

Su Ming stirred the bowl of noodles with chopsticks, and suddenly raised his head to look at Diluk with sincere eyes, "Master Diluk, are you willing to go on a spontaneous trip with me?"

Diluk's eyes trembled slightly, and he asked blankly, "Just leave like that?"

Still traveling?

Aren't they just traveling in the desert under the guise of work?

Su Ming nodded, "Let's go to Inazuma, have a bowl of noodles, and come back."

Anina's eyelids twitched. She glanced at Su Ming with a worried look, and finally asked, "I'll go prepare the vehicles and boats."

"No!" Su Ming stretched out his hand to interrupt Anina, sat down next to Diluk and took out the Dust Song Pot, "Master Diluk, if you believe me, go in for a while?"

Diluc:......

Diluk looked at the various plans in his hands, and then looked at the pajamas that Su Ming was casually wearing.

After a moment of silence, Diluk took a deep breath and asked, "Do you really have to eat this bowl of noodles?"

Su Ming thought about it and nodded, "I must eat it."

I finally had this dream, so I must eat this bowl of noodles.

Maybe I can keep up the good work and dream about it again tonight.

Under Su Ming's sincere gaze, Diluk sighed imperceptibly and reached out to touch the small teapot.

A white light flashed, and the space in front of Anina became completely empty.

Anina looked at the bowl of ramen that was still steaming. After a moment of silence, she called her subordinates and said, "Go, find someone to count the number of restaurants."

Cross-industry!

For the sake of the boss, you must develop in all aspects!

……

In Inazuma City, Su Ming sat on a high stool in front of the restaurant bar. He automatically ignored the tea and held the chopsticks straight in his hand, as if he was praying before an exam.

Diluk was silent for a long time, sometimes looking at Su Ming, and sometimes looking away blankly.

He was a little confused for a moment. Was teleportation the function of the Chen Ge Pot?

Liyue’s magic...is indeed profound!

However, even the rich Diluk would find it hard to imagine that he could flash from the Sumeru Desert to Inazuma to eat a bowl of noodles in his pajamas.

After a while, under Su Ming's expectant gaze, the proprietress finally brought two bowls of ramen.

The rich bone broth and the tempting barbecued pork, everything looks exactly the same as in the dream.

Su Ming picked up the chopped green onions with disdain and stirred the noodles with chopsticks. "I think I can finish this bowl of noodles in one minute. How about you?"

Diluk looked at the huge bowl of noodles in silence.

His language system really crashed, it was hard to understand, hard to describe...

"You've had breakfast, so you're probably not as fast as me..." Su Ming picked up a strand of noodles and blew on it. He looked really hungry. "So I'm still faster."

Finally, after suffering multiple attacks, Diluk could no longer bear it.

He turned his head, his eyes full of desolation, and his tone seemed to be filled with helplessness, "Two grown men are competing to see who is faster? Are you serious?"

Su Ming: ...

Su Ming bit the tip of his chopsticks and moved his gaze from Diluk's face to his face.

Well, a bowl of noodles drove Diluk crazy.

"Hey!"

A voice filled with surprise came from behind, and two hands patted the shoulders of the two men without any distinction between front and back.

The yellow-haired girl poked her head out from between the two of them, with a curious look on her face, "What are you guys competing in speed? But I'm still very confident in my speed!"

Su Ming: ...

Diluc:......

Two adult men held chopsticks in their right hands, with half of the same noodle between their teeth, but both of them stiffened at the same time.

As if looking in a mirror, Diluk and Su Ming turned their heads one by one, staring at the yellow-haired girl in the middle, and burst out in rebuke at the same time.

"Underage! Go away!"