"Is it Grandma Ping? Why do you have time to come to Wanmin Hall today?"
Master Mao said hello to the old man. Although he didn’t know much about the old man, Master Mao vaguely remembered that this old woman looked like this when he was young. Now that he has entered middle age, this old woman looked like this.
But there was still no change at all, so when she wanted to take Xiang Ling as her disciple, she agreed wholeheartedly.
Although I don’t know the old woman’s true identity, she is definitely not a mortal, and under the rule of Emperor Yanwang, it is impossible for any bad person to stay in Yujingtai for decades.
"Nothing important, just sending Xiang Ling home."
After Grandma Ping finished speaking, Xiangling came up from behind carrying Xiangling who was sleeping on her back.
"What is Xiangling?" When Master Mao saw Xiangling, he was first concerned about his daughter's condition.
"It's nothing, she just fell asleep. When she wakes up, you may be surprised. I'm afraid it's not you who will protect her in the future, but she will protect you. I'm afraid there won't be any reason to stop you in the future.
She has traveled far away."
"Yeah?"
Master Mao's expression was a bit complicated. He was happy about Xiangling's growth, but also felt a little regretful about himself.
Although he knew that Xiangling, who had obtained the Eye of God, would one day become stronger than her father and go further, he did not expect that it would be today.
Although I am not jealous of my daughter's divine eyes, I still have some regrets for myself.
He knows that his whole life has been tied to this small Wanmintang. Surviving in the narrow gap between the two major Liyue cuisines will be his future life, but Xiangling will take the Wanmintang brand to go further.
s future.
But before that, he only needed to keep this small home for Xiang Ling and have a cabin to rest in when she came back from her trip.
"I understand, Grandma Ping, I won't stop Xiangling anymore. You can let her go in and rest. I'll be looking at the store for a while, tidying up and resting."
Looking at Xiang Ling's leaving figure, Master Mao seemed to have seen her walking on the road away with a package and a rice cooker on her back, but he could only watch her go away.
But what he had on his face right now was a smile.
Liyue should not be divided into two families. The so-called dishes should be given to all people in the world.
After bidding farewell to Master Mao, Grandma Ping continued walking forward with Qiqi and Zhong Mo, and soon arrived at the entrance of the Hall of Purity.
When Hu Tao was released from the cave, Hu Tao had already begun to talk vaguely.
"Shrimp dumplings are so delicious... Grandpa also eats one..."
Grandma Ping said: "This child's bones are still much stronger than Xiangling, and the medicine has almost been absorbed."
There was a ferryman on duty all year round at the entrance of the Hall of Purity. At this moment, she saw Hu Tao and hurriedly came over to help her with Zhong Mo.
"Sorry, Grandma Ping, the hall master has caused you trouble again."
Grandma Ping just smiled slightly.
"I'm joking, little girl. In the final analysis, it was me who made your hall master look like this."
"ah?"
"Okay, you guys help her go in and rest. I'll take Qiqi and leave first."
Qiqi looked at Zhong Mo and waved goodbye: "Goodbye Zhong Mo, Qiqi will always be waiting for you in Bubulu."
Before this, Qiqi never felt why she needed to stay in a fixed place. She just took things as they came. Now she seems to understand that a fixed place is to make it easier for the people she cares about to find her.
Maybe this is what ordinary people call "home"?
"Well, see you Qiqi!"
The one and the other turned around and left. Grandma Ping and Qiqi disappeared from Zhong Mo's eyes and into the night of Liyue.
