Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 371: Taste of the Human World: Cat’s Claw Hooking Clouds

Chapter 371: Taste of the Human World: Cat’s Claw Hooking Clouds

Before the morning mist had dispersed, Tian Tiezui's storytelling voice was like a rising tide that flooded over the bluestone steps of Chihuyan. When the wine flag of "Three bowls and you're not going to make it past the hill" brushed past the seventh gust of south wind, the storyteller's ups and downs of rhyme had spread under the eaves of Feiyunpo. The carved door knocker of Wangsheng Hall was lingering with the morning light, and suddenly a series of muffled thunder with an urgent rhythm was struck.

"If the master doesn't accept guests anymore, the door gods will have to change their jobs and become eavesdroppers!" Paimon's crisp complaints penetrated the crack of the door. Hu Tao put the "Secret Book of Rebirth" back into the antique shelf, and Xizhi, who was like a snowball on his shoulder, suddenly pricked up his ears - two tufts of furry warmth were trembling through the door.

Two gilded tassels suddenly appeared from the cracks in the vermilion lacquer, and the ends of Ying's braids and Xiangling's ribbons twisted into a two-color necklace in the morning light. Xizhi's azure pupils stood up like spindles, and his fur tail swept the red plums in his walnut hair: "Oh my, what a rare guest! Are you two here to book the special package for the Moon Festival, or are you here to steal the treasure of this hall master?"

There was a rustling of pages on the tea table in the corridor. The shadows of the misty window floated on the dark green cover of the "Funeral Rites". Zhongli's fingertips caressed the crescent-shaped white glaze in the teacup: "Why don't you listen to the terms of the contract - 30% almond tofu for 70% golden shrimp balls?"

Xizhi had already jumped onto Ying's head, but the tip of his tail was still hooked on Hutao's plum blossom hairpin and swirled around. Paimon put his hands on his hips and imitated the clear and smooth voice of Longjing shrimp: "From Paimon's rational point of view, we should use slime gel to pour... pour that Liyue ancient saying. How do you say it?"

"It's a dish that will make the world more peaceful." Xiangling held back her laughter and took out the food box wrapped around Qingxin from behind. The scent of glazed lilies mixed with the strange fragrance of Jueyun peppers came out of the box. "But this time it's definitely a normal dish! Sweet flowers pickled in morning dew for three days, paired with Qingcezhuang Laojiao glutinous rice..."

Hu Tao suddenly pulled the tie off the lunch box, her crimson plum blossom eyes gleaming brightly in the morning light: "This hall master calculated with her fingers, and this "Youyou Great Perfection" is just missing a key ingredient -" She turned around and pointed at the guest who was secretly petting the cat, "Mr. Zhongli's secret tea recipe!"

Xizhi suddenly arched his back towards the antique shelf and hummed softly. When everyone turned around, they saw a copy of "Funeral Notes" emitting a suspicious aroma of almond tofu.

"Watch this!" Xiangling turned around abruptly, and the rice crust spurted out glass bubbles. "The theme of this competition is "Food and the World~ Hurry up and give us the one you crave the most~"

Hu Tao threw the brush into the air with her backhand, and caught the falling brush with her toes touching the cracks in the bricks: "It should be beautiful in both motion and stillness..." She suddenly used the tip of the brush to lift Xiangling's bangs, "It's like two fresh dishes fried in oil! The reflection of Guyun Pavilion is hidden in the crackling sound, and after the spicy taste dissipates, you can taste the sweetness of the water from Qingce Village Stream~"

The inkstone was suddenly pressed down by the tip of the golden brown tail. Xizhi jumped onto the desk with a plate of almond tofu in his mouth, but his meat pad left a plum blossom mark next to the three words "Yi Yan Du" that Zhongli had just written. Keqing brushed away the cat's hair slowly: "This child is very good at balance. The yin and yang harmony of fresh bamboo shoots and salted meat is just like..."

"Just like Mora and the bill can never be reconciled!" Walnut suddenly poked his head out from behind the antique shelf, with cat hair from the time he ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake stuck in his hair, "This hall master formally proposes that Mr. Zhongli's recipe be included in the intangible cultural heritage of the Wangsheng Hall!"

Xiangling's notebook suddenly turned pages automatically, and the sparks from the rice crust burned a "meow"-shaped rating column on the paper. Paimon grabbed Ying's cloak anxiously: "Think about the list of what we ate in Liyue last time! Wait... can the creative dish with slime gel as seasoning be counted?"

"Slime gel?" The cinnabar pen in Hu Tao's hand suddenly smeared an exclamation mark on the rice paper, and her plum blossom pupils suddenly shrank into cat's eyes. "Could it be that Chef Xiangling wants to develop a new business for Wangshengtang - 'One-stop cooking and funeral'?"

Xizhi's tail, which had been lazily coiled on the antique shelf, suddenly stiffened, and her silhouette exploded into a dandelion ball was reflected in the glass cup. The cat jumped to Zhongli's shoulder like lightning, hooked the tip of its claws on Keqing's dragon scale-patterned cuffs, and shook its head wildly, even shaking off half of the osmanthus cake pinned in her hair.

"Oh my, look how scared our treasure is~" Hu Tao suddenly shook out a leaflet of the Wangsheng Hall from her sleeve and flicked the slogan "Second stele half price" on the paper with her fingertips. "If you really use that sticky thing as seasoning..." She suddenly leaned close to Xiangling's ear and lowered her voice, "This hall master will have to reserve a Feng Shui treasure land for you in advance~"

Zhongli calmly caught the cat hair that Xizhi had shaken off, and his golden eyes swept over Paimon: "The combination of slime gel and glass bag is similar to the 'Green Water Shocking Soup' recorded in the 'Dietary Book. Strange Stories'..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Xizhi suddenly made a meow that was almost like a whimper, picked up Zhongli's teacup and placed it on his lips accurately. Ying's golden shrimp ball was handed to the kitten's nose at the right time, and then he lured the trembling snow ball out of the sleeves of the Rock God and held it in his arms again.

Xiangling's notebook suddenly caught fire. When Guoba scrambled to put out the flames, the burn marks showed a crying cat head. Paimon drew three star trails in the sky: "I take it back! I swear I will never mention slime dishes again - unless Walnut agrees to make me a plum coffin candy to make amends!"

When a startled bird flew over the eaves, I saw that the highest point of Feiyun Slope was scattering some gold foil-like food menus to the world.