Genshin Impact: I am the Great General of Liyue

Looking at the various brightly colored toys on the toy stall, Tok was very curious.

Paimon looked at the adorable little Tok and patiently explained, "It's a kite, a toy that children in Liyue like."

The toy stall owner, Granny Ashan, also looked at little Tok. Seeing the child immediately brightened her mood.

"Hahahaha... What a rare guest! Judging from your attire, are you from the Kingdom of Winter?"

His nationality was immediately recognized, and little Tok scratched his head shyly, saying, "Hehe, that's right. How do you play with this thing called a kite, Grandma?"

"When there is wind, you can hold it by the string and it can fly into the sky, and it can fly very, very high."

"Wow...that's amazing! Do you have any kites shaped like 'One-Eyed Little Treasure'?"

Seeing that Tok was so certain of the existence of "One-Eyed Little Treasure," Granny Ashan thought she was getting senile and had forgotten what that was.

"One-Eyed Little Treasure is..."

Grandma Ashan searched her memory thoroughly, but still couldn't find any recollection of "One-Eyed Little Treasure".

"I want to release 'One-Eyed Little Treasure' into the sky so that more children can get to know it!"

Upon hearing Tok's words, Grandma Ashan realized that "One-Eyed Little Treasure" might be a toy or an animal.

After stopping the search of memories, Grandma Ashan patiently explained.

"Ah...custom designs are possible, but we'd need blueprints..."

Upon hearing that a drawing was required, Tok thought for a moment and took out a drawing from his backpack.

"Is this 'One-Eyed Little Treasure' drawing that I made myself okay? I always carry it with me!"

Squinting her presbyopia, Granny Ashan confirmed the shape and whether it could fly, then explained, "This... we can barely make it, but custom orders are very expensive, so please be prepared."

Hearing that it was expensive, little Tok began to hesitate. Tok's hesitation wasn't because D'Artagnan didn't have money, but because in his eyes, his brother was just a toy salesman, and even the best toy salesman shouldn't earn much money.

Seeing how sensible Tok was, Huiyuan's heart ached, and she comforted him.

"It's alright, little Tok, leave it to me."

Hunyuan patted Tok's head through the winter hat, then stood up and looked at Grandma Ashan, asking, "Grandma, how much Mora would it cost for a custom-made one?"

"Probably... Mora Mora."

......

After a heated negotiation, the deal was finally struck with Mora.

"Oh well, at my age, I don't have the energy to haggle with you anymore. Let's just go with this price."

"Thank you, Grandma. I'll come back to buy toys here again next time."

Seeing such a lovely young woman (Lingling is two thousand years old), the mother-in-law was overjoyed.

"Don't worry, leave it to your mother-in-law."

After happily paying the money, Paimon started thinking about where to go next.

"Next... how about we go to Wanmin Hall? It's a rare trip to Liyue, it would be such a shame if Tok didn't enjoy some good food!"

Seeing that Paimon had put food first, Huiyuan complained, "Actually, it's just that you want to eat, right?"

“Hey~!”

It was lunchtime, and Wanmintang had plenty of ingredients.

Looking at the various fresh ingredients displayed on the table, Paimon had already come up with hundreds of creative dishes.

Upon seeing the visitors, Master Mao put down his cleaver to greet them.

"Welcome. Are there four of you?"

As soon as it got close, Tok's nose couldn't take it anymore.

"Ugh, this restaurant smells really pungent...cough...cough..."

Seeing that the foreign child's nose was running from the snot, Master Mao explained, "A pungent smell? You mean the flavor of our Wanmintang's most prized spicy seasoning, right?"

Tok covered his nose and made a muffled sound.

"Hmm... spicy? But Tok can't handle spicy food..."

Tok rubbed his nose uncomfortably. Although he didn't like the smell, he forced himself not to back away out of respect.

Master Mao has met many people who don't eat spicy food. But most of them are initially just afraid of the burning sensation of spiciness. After a few words of encouragement and getting them to try it, most of them come to like the burning sensation, whether it's the top or the bottom of their mouths.

"That's such a shame. People who don't eat spicy food miss out on more than half the fun in life."

After Master Mao finished his encouragement, Tok, who was wiping his nose the whole time, didn't listen to a word and just continued talking to himself.

"Moreover, Tok's dishes are always loaded with sugar, and the oil used must be extra virgin vegetable oil!"

When Huiyuan heard Tok say the most surprising thing in the most ordinary tone, it instantly shattered his impression of Tok as a very thrifty and hardworking person.

(It seems... even the virtue of thrift and diligence depends on whether one is wealthy... That makes sense, Tok is the young master's brother, how could he possibly live in poverty? It's just that he was well-educated.)

After hearing this, Paimon couldn't help but remark, "No wonder he's the younger brother of a rich man... He easily said things I couldn't... It seems the food at Wanmin Hall isn't to Tok's taste... Let's go somewhere else..."

Just as Paimon was about to leave, Master Mao simply nodded.

"—That's all the requirements, right? Anything else?"

"Huh? What does Master Mao mean?"

Seeing that Paimon had asked a question, Master Mao patiently explained.

"The reason why Wanmintang is called Wanmintang is to make dishes that suit everyone's taste. If I can't even meet this basic taste requirement, then I, Chef Mao, have no face to be in the culinary world."

Seeing how confident the other party was, Paimon had no reason to refuse.

"I sensed a chef's dedication... Well then, Chef Mao, we'll have to eat here."

That's right. In Chef Mao's eyes, no matter how top-grade the vegetable oil or how many pounds of sugar there are, they're just processed ingredients. Chef Mao's culinary skills must be exceptional to have produced a super-talented chef like Xiangling.

As the saying goes, high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods.

Seeing the confidence in the man in front of him, Tok mustered up his courage and agreed.

(It's just spicy, I... I can handle it!)

"I'm OK!"

Seeing that no one had any objections, Chef Mao continued, "However, let's make one thing clear first: a table of dishes with specially customized flavors will be priced higher than the regular ones. Of course, the price won't be as exorbitant as the prices charged by establishments like 'Shuli Pavilion' or 'Xinyue Pavilion.'"

Although the price is a bit higher, the price quoted by Master Mao is still less than what you would normally pay at Huiyuan.