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

As the sun was setting, Xiangling's meal was finally ready.

The blonde girl stood at the door of the study, knocked, and peeked in through the crack in the door. "It's time to eat."

There was no light in the dim room, only the faint blue light from the computer screen.

Su Ming waved his hand and said, "Just send some in."

Hearing this, Ying tilted her head, "Just now I said that the Moon-Chuling Festival is not working... But where are Gongzi and Tok?"

"I sent them to the toy factory this afternoon." Su Ming didn't even raise his head, his thin silver-framed glasses leaving a deep red mark on his nose. "I'll do something before I get too lazy."

"Can I come in?" Ying turned around and brought a plate of food over, standing at the door. "Is there anything I can't see?"

"You don't understand it again..." Su Ming waved his hand and swept his eyes over the lines of simplified Chinese characters and Arabic numerals.

Very good, Teyvat really can't understand this thing...

"Okay..." Ying put the plate on the table, then went out with a cup and poured a glass of water. "Master said you were a warrior before, so now..."

Why can't you think of becoming a civil servant...

"If someone robs me of my money, do you think I should fight him? If someone pours a glass of water over the account I just calculated, should I fight him?" Su Ming pushed away the papers in front of him and pulled the chopsticks and dishes over. "The civil servants of the Fatui sometimes need some physical labor, okay..."

"For example, a weakling can't lift a Mora box?" Ying curled her lips and reached out to pull out the pen stuck in Su Ming's hair. "I'll go to Yujing Terrace with Keqing and the others to play with Grandma Ping later. Do you want to come with us?"

"No, I'm afraid Grandma Ping will chase me for three miles." Su Ming took off his glasses and rubbed his nose, pointing to the phone next to him that was turned off, "I forgot to remind you that I haven't disconnected the call yet."

fluorescent:???!

The blonde girl's pupils constricted, and she looked at the phone on Su Ming's desk as if facing a great enemy, as if an executive would rush out of the phone and beat her up in the next moment.

"Ha ha……"

The man's deep voice sounded, and his laughter was as gentle as a lover's whisper, "Is it the princess that Adonis favors?"

Ying looked shocked, but still touched her ear uncomfortably.

Foul, this is a foul, right?!

"It's not a preference, it's a prejudice at best." Su Ming propped up his head and looked at Ying, a hint of smile flashing in his eyes, "But Pantalone, are you planning to work overtime with me?"

There was a crisp sound coming from the other end of the phone, and Pantalone seemed to have casually placed the wine glass on the table.

He sighed helplessly and said lazily: "Mora can no longer comfort my wounded heart. Ever since your new product appeared, the Northland Bank... no, the entire Winter Kingdom seems to be working overtime."

Who can resist not using such a convenient tool?

Besides, this kind of tool can liberate a lot of labor.

"Then keep up the good work..." Su Ming said lightly and hung up the phone without waiting for an answer.

He turned his head to look at Ying and laughed helplessly, "Wake up, don't let a crooked tree affect your forest plans."

fluorescent:! ! !

The blonde girl quickly came back to her senses and looked at Su Ming, "Crooked tree?!"

Are rich people ugly? Or do they just have nice voices?!

"Black-hearted capitalists are like crooked trees..." Su Ming lowered his head and used chopsticks to put various vegetables on the rice, and said softly: "When I deal with him, I have to be on guard against him selling me out..."

Tsk, whose good guy is hanging on the street lamp?

"Oh oh..." Ying breathed a sigh of relief and waved her hand nonchalantly, "It's not important."

"Go ahead, and ask Grandma Ping if she wants a cell phone, computer, or tablet." Su Ming took a sip of water, lowered his head and started eating.

Ying glanced at Su Ming, turned on the light, then turned around and closed the door.

"Where's Mr. Su?"

Keqing sat at the dining table and looked at Ying in confusion, "Aren't you going to eat together?"

Hearing this, Ying shook her head and said helplessly: "There is still some work to be done, let him eat by himself."

Keqing nodded and turned her gaze away from the study.

Paimon had already completed the preparations before the meal and was holding the spoon and chopsticks with an expectant look on his face.

"Little Paimeng, come and eat!" Xiangling came out of the kitchen carrying the last dish and rubbed Paimeng's head. "After dinner, we will go to the chef to ask about the Kitchen God."

Gan Yu held the chopsticks in both hands, looking a little uneasy. "I heard that Mr. Su's mother is back... Is it okay for us to be here?"

Why do I suddenly feel like my friend's parents are not at home, and I secretly go to their house to play...

"Aunt Su is out." Xiangling hesitated for a moment, but patted Ganyu's shoulder and explained, "And Aunt Su has always wanted Brother Su Ming to make more friends."

"Eh?" Gan Yu looked up, with shock in her eyes, "Doesn't Mr. Su have enough friends?"

Gan Yu couldn't call Su Ming "Junior Brother" as she always felt that Su Ming was more mature than her.

"A lot. Su Ming can get along with anyone. He's even more popular than the travelers..." Paimon muttered, adding more soup to himself with a spoon, "But maybe it's just a habit."

The bowl of soup was not yet filled, Su Ming carried the empty plate into the kitchen and put it down, then turned back to the study and closed the door.

Paimeng glanced at his own bowl and looked at Ying blankly, "Su Ming's stomach is a black hole."

Three minutes, less than three minutes!

The blonde girl blinked and pursed her lips. "Maybe this is the consciousness of a social animal..."