Famas spit out the grass roots in his mouth, omitted most of the events that should not be known to Ying, and briefly recounted his itinerary for the past two days.
"You must have been hiding in the Hall of Rebirth for two days!"
Paimon circled around Famas, folding his arms and telling Famas what she and Ying had discovered, as well as the speculation about Liyue Qixing's conspiracy to assassinate the emperor.
"Is that so?"
Famas, who knew the truth of the matter, tilted his head, listened to Detective Paimon's speculation, and waited for Xiangling to bring the food to the table.
"Stir-fried pork slices, pickled fresh, grape juice, here it comes!"
Xiang Ling held the dinner plate with both hands and walked in circles with brisk steps while steadily putting the dishes on the table. The aroma of the food was rich and seemed to fill the entire Wanmin Hall. But he didn't know if it was Ying's illusion. He always felt
The smell seems a bit pungent.
"You guys eat first, I'll go greet the guests."
The number of guests gradually increased in the clean Wanmin Hall. Just when Xiangling was about to sit down and reminisce with the three of them, another customer came to Wanmin Hall and asked Xiangling to order.
Paimeng looked at Xiang Ling who was busy in Wan's kitchen and held his forehead helplessly.
When can I borrow the kitchen of Wanmintang...
After taking a sip of the grape juice, Famas began to feast. Ying had to use chopsticks to pick up the golden lean meat in the stir-fried meat slices and eat together.
Drops of oil and water dripping down the edge of the meat look very appetizing.
Remove the chives from the meat slices, tilt your head slightly, and bite into this plump piece of fresh meat.
The slightly blanching temperature makes the meat slices firmer and more delicious, but an extremely overbearing spiciness seems to fill the whole mind after a few seconds, especially the slightly higher temperature makes the spiciness even higher.
Due to etiquette, Ying resisted the urge to cough and breathe quickly through her mouth, and turned to look at the grape juice on hand.
Xiangling always puts the drinks on the right side of the guests when serving food, but Famas likes to place the drinks on the left.
Ying subconsciously picked up the cup on her right and took a few sips, only to realize that the temperature of the grape juice seemed to be wrong. After thinking for a moment, she remembered that this seemed to be an iced drink from Famas, and she prepared to put down the cup with a slight embarrassment.<
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At this time, Famas raised his head and wanted to ask Ying what he thought of the dishes at Wanmintang, but found that the other person's eyes were red, and he was looking at him with tears in his eyes... Oh no, to be precise, it was the grape juice next to him.<
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Famas felt strange and looked at the meat slices fried by Xiangling.
The brown meat is filled with aroma, and the golden color when fried until slightly browned and then fried for a while is particularly lovely. There is also a layer of deep red chili peppers under the thick meat...
Wait, so many peppers?
Famas' eyelids twitched. Xiangling seemed to have used an unusual amount of Jueyun pepper to make this dish, and he remembered that Xiangling rarely eats spicy food.
Famas reacted immediately, picked up the grape juice at hand and handed it to Ying, and patted her on the back.
Ying, who was holding back her cough, was slapped by Famas, and she was about to shed tears. She waved her hands and tried to say it was okay, but the raging pungent feeling in her throat made her cough continuously, unable to say a word.
"Let's have a drink."
Just when Ying took the tea cup and drank it, Famas discovered that after several moves, when the glass was in Ying's hand, the place where his lips touched happened to be the place where he had just drank.
Drinking the grape juice with red eyes, a cold and refreshing feeling came out, and the spiciness was slightly relieved, but the teacup where the lips touched was still warm.
Iced grape juice...it should be cold, right?
Is she drinking the cup of Farmas?
The atmosphere became a little strange. Paimon stuffed pieces of meat into his mouth while looking at Ying, whose ears were red, and kept saying to himself: "Xiang Ling's cooking skills are really good!"
"The flavor of the stir-fried pork slices is really incredible, even the meat tastes so good that my ears turn red... ugh... ugh!"
Before Paimon could finish his words, Ying opened his eyes wide in shyness, and Ying, who kept coughing, had already stretched out his hand to cover Paimon's mouth.
I was really miserable. Not only did I fail to borrow the stove, but I also drank the wrong drink. In the end, I had to control Paimon's nonsense.
"Ahem... Famas, can you make ointment?"
In order to avoid embarrassment, Ying hurriedly took out three small glass jars about the size of Mora from her arms. They contained dark red powder of different colors, which looked warm and beautiful.
The strange and delicate fragrance emanates from the cracks in the glass bottle, suppressing the spiciness of Jueyun pepper.
Whenever you walk on the streets of Liyue, you can always smell the smell of ointment, but it is almost always the smell of low-quality powder, which spreads several miles away along the wind.
This kind of powder with a warm aroma is rarely smelled by Famas.
"Of course."
Picking up the last bamboo shoot among the pickled vegetables, Famas calmly took a sip of the room-temperature grape juice.
For the residents of Liyue Port, flowers are almost everywhere in their lives. Nishang flowers are a kind of colorful flowers, and the supple petals are often used to be processed into silk. Even after layers of processing and weaving
, the elegant fragrance inherent in this flower still lingers for a long time.
Therefore, the Liyue people also specially cultivated varieties for making balm, and the balm was once offered as a tribute to the Rock King.
According to a popular saying in the villages of Liyue, the method of making colorful flower balm was originally taught to humans by the immortals who lived in seclusion in the Aozang Mountain. In that era when demons and mortals lived together, the immortals taught humans the techniques of planting vegetation, and transformed
As an elegant fairy bird, he taught a girl how to make and apply ointment to Auzang Mountain by mistake.
The technique of making balm has been passed down from generation to generation.
Interestingly, in the eyes of Liyue people, colorful flowers are also one of the symbols of the Yanwang Emperor. This majestic god, who mainly walks the world in the form of a male, may have also transformed into a female form to accept the offerings of flowers.<
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Famas and Ying chatted while eating. Soon, Xiangling, who was busy with the customer's order, wiped her hands. A cunning look flashed in her golden eyes. She quickly ran to sit opposite Ying and asked happily:
"How's it going, Ying? The spicy pork slices I made specially for you are not bad, are they?"
Looking at the smiling little cook, she couldn't help but stretch out her little hand and pat Xiang Ling on the shoulder, and said: "Xiang Ling, we want to borrow the kitchen of Wanmin Hall..."
"Again?"
Hearing Ying's request, Xiangling jumped up from the bench and waved her hands quickly: "Last time you said you were going to burn Yeposhi, and you almost blew up the kitchen... No, no, no!"
"This time is different! We just want to use a big pot to boil the ointment."
After eating a large plate of spicy meat slices, Paimeng poured grape juice into his mouth and did not forget to argue with Xiang Ling.
"Boil the ointment?"
After hearing what Paimon said, Xiangling stepped forward and grabbed Paimon's face: "Does little Paimon have a sweetheart?"
"Um...no!"
Paimon, who had meat slices in his mouth, retorted.
"Paimon's sweetheart is probably only delicious food."
Famas shook his head helplessly.
"Well, it's still early at noon anyway. If you want to make ointment, Wanmin Hall has a special small pot."
Xiangling held her face playfully, and the aroma of the food spread far away.