Genshin Impact simulation, the Shura field is endless

"Back to Liyue~"

On the calm sea, a large ship is preparing to set sail.

Yu Xiuwen and others stood on the deck and waved to the people below.

Besides Ying, Shen Zi, and Kamisato siblings, those who came to see them off included Ying and Shen Zi.

After all, it was the Inazuma family's top brass who left, and as the most trusted family at the moment, the Kamisato family should come.

"Goodbye, Linghua. If you have the chance, remember to come to Liyue for the Lantern Festival~"

Ying waved goodbye reluctantly.

Wuuu, my Linghua, you just danced for me last night, and now we have to say goodbye today.

"Okay, Ying, bye?"

Linghua seemed a little reserved, but still waved reluctantly.

It's a rare opportunity to have another friend, and she cherishes him very much.

"Okay, all of you go back. Don't miss us. We may come back at any time."

"Don't worry, if Ying misses you, I'll take her to Liyue to find you."

Shen Zi covered his mouth and chuckled.

"?"

Ying hit Shen Zi on the back and pulled her over.

Then, in the eyes of several people, the big ship gradually began to move, getting farther and farther away.

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"I want to be the King of Navigation!"

Ying stood at the bow with one hand on her waist and a sword in the other, shouting towards the sky.

"Ying, it's time to take medicine."

Paimon complained beside him.

This kid is a bit of a middle school student, and he must have a lot of topics to talk about with Fischl.

"Tsk, what are you talking about? Don't you think it's cool to conquer the world on the sea and leave your name in history?"

Ying glanced at her.

"Who are you going to fight? You want to fight Beidou's fleet?"

"...Forget it. I'd better change my career instead of competing with her for business."

Ying gave up decisively.

"How should I put it, Ying, the way you stood there just now really made me want to kick you off the boat to see how you would react."

Yu Xiuwen, who was lying on the chair on the other side, suddenly said.

"? Are you okay?"

Ying's face darkened. She hadn't offended him recently. Was he addicted to teasing her?

How vicious!

"I think it would be good for her to soak in the water and calm down a bit."

"Paimon?"

Ying looked at Paimeng in disbelief, his mouth full of snacks given by Yu Xiuwen. Is there no love after all?

Long-term companionship is not as good as this little food?

Five parts grief, three parts disbelief, and two parts despair.

Ying finally learned how to act.

"Why not wait for your brother to come back and kick him into the sea?"

"good idea."

Ying nodded.

She hated riddlers the most in her life, and the one who posed the most riddles was Sora.

I'm sorry, brother. When you come back, I will let the sharks in the sea take good care of you.

(Somewhere, Sora sneezed, sending a chill down his spine.)

"Come on, Osel, try harder!"

Gui finally looked at the sea and shouted.

The huge snake head in the sea responded with a sad and angry cry and moved forward quickly.

There was a rope made of elemental force around his neck, and the other side was connected to the boat.

As for why it was like this, it was because Yu Xiuwen felt that the boat was a bit slow, so he threw Oser down and let it pull the boat.

Osel was speechless. "You two can go into the Dust Song Pot, and then I can hold the Dust Song Pot in my mouth. Isn't that faster than this?"

This is how we always come here.

However, it didn't dare to say this to the unreasonable Yu Xiuwen, and continued to work diligently.

Alas, as a prisoner, I have no choice.

"It's unbelievable to have an ancient demon god pull a boat. Even Ying couldn't do it before."

I said in surprise.

"Isn't that because she kills any opponent with a single blow?"

"Haha, that's right."

Zhen chuckled.

"Xiu Wen, look, the fish I just caught is already grilled. Try it!"

Fanan brought over a plate of grilled fish that had been sprinkled with seasoning and looked quite tempting, and said happily.

"Grilling fish on the boat?"

Yu Xiuwen silently glanced at the wooden deck.

Seeing his gaze, Fanan knew what he was thinking and pouted: "Oh, don't worry, I threw the remaining charcoal into the sea. It won't burn. I'm not that stupid!"

"Okay, I underestimated Sister Fanan. I was wrong."

Yu Xiuwen rubbed her head helplessly.

Fanan turned his head away proudly, "Hmph, that's more like it. Come, I'll feed you, be careful of the thorns."

Fanan carefully picked out the bones from the fish, blew on it, and put it into Yu Xiuwen's mouth.

Yu Xiuwen opened his mouth obediently, and the fresh and sweet taste combined with the perfect temperature and seasoning delighted his taste buds.

"good to eat."

"That's good."

Fanan's eyes curved into crescents, and he continued feeding.

"Huh~"

Ying, who was not far away, looked at them and couldn't help grinning.

So corny.

"Indecent and immoral."

"You're just envious," Paimon said, "If you're envious, why don't you feed me?"

"I don't want to, and you can't eat as fast as I can feed you."

"…All right."

Paimon agreed somewhat awkwardly.

If someone feeds her, she might complain that she eats too slowly.

"Look, I'm the best. I heard that when you were in Inazuma, you often cooked for them. Follow Sister Fanan, and she'll cook for you. No need to bother you."

"? This is also better than? I can do it too!"

Hu Zhaigong was aroused by his desire to win, and immediately went into the cabin to cook.

Not willing to be outdone, Zhen decided to follow.

Although her sister cooks like that, she is different from her in this aspect and can also do it.

"Why not have a cooking competition and let Xiuwen see who cooks better?"

Yang Wen suggested.

"support."

"I have no opinion."

"Come now."

So, regardless of Yu Xiuwen's opinion, a cooking competition inexplicably began.

Paimon felt that he couldn't lose, so he asked Ying to compete as well. After all, the traveler's cooking was recognized to be delicious.

Ying looked at the women participating in the competition and fell silent.

Where does this inexplicable desire to win come from?

She felt out of place when she participated in a competition between other lovers.

Paimon, are you sure you're not using this as an excuse to take the opportunity to be a judge in the food tasting?

All in all, a lively competition began.

Except for the cooks, everyone else comes to act as judges.

The rich fragrance drifted with the sea breeze, and Osel buried his head in the water.

What sin had it committed? Smelling this kind of fragrance when it was so tired was simply mental torture.

Soon, the meal was ready.

Each judge tasted each dish and gave a score.

Yu Xiuwen insisted on giving up, and his main point was impartiality.

The women couldn't do anything to him and could only look at the others.

In the end, Ying won first place, Guizhong second place, and Yangwen third place.

Unfortunately, Zhen, who came in last, said: "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't look down on a poor girl. Let's fight again next year."

Paimon, who ate the most, applauded and said he would come again next year.

Ying, who was standing by, felt deeply ashamed and sighed, holding her forehead.

At this point, this impromptu and somewhat reckless cooking competition came to an end.