"Why do you ask that? Xiaomo, are you still young?"
Listening to Ah Zhi's tone as if coaxing a child, Zhong Mo still looked at Xiang Ling, knowing that Xiang Ling would not treat her as a child.
Xiang Ling did not regard Zhong Mo as the seven or eight-year-old child he appeared to be, but she was still confused by Zhong Mo's question, why she would suddenly ask such a question.
"I will." Xiang Ling affirmed.
"Everyone will die, so will I, and so will Zhong Mo. There's nothing strange about this, right? As long as you complete your goals and achieve your ideals before you die, that's all."
"Goal?" Zhong Mo seemed to be asking himself.
From the moment she left Wangshu Inn, her goal was to find her own life and to know what kind of person she was. Until now, she was not sure whether she had found her own life or not.
What kind of person is he?
"It feels so far away and so long. What should I do?"
Zhong Mo felt a little powerless, and Mandrill said when she left: "I have nothing left to teach you. You have to understand the rest by yourself."
Zhongli also said: "To witness something, it is always better to do it in person. You have a lot of time, and so do I. I have the patience to wait for you to understand."
"But it's too far away for us to consider those things now. It's better to accomplish the goals we set now, right? Come and help, Xiaomo. Let's cook a pot of porridge for the elderly in the village."
After listening to Xiang Ling's words, Zhong Mo stopped worrying for the time being. Just as Zhong Li said, read more and think more. Recalling the feeling she had when connecting the earth veins in Dihuazhou, she suddenly became curious about Mondstadt's earth veins.
【What are the ley lines there? 】
"Xiang Ling, what are you going to do?"
Azhi asked.
"Let me think about it. Well, the old man's chewing and digestion abilities are not good, and he is not suitable for cooking spicy food. He can only make porridge. There is not much in the village. I just saw Qianyan Army hunting and bringing it.
With some pork and some eggs from poultry, let’s make a pot of egg and lean meat porridge.”
"Okay, let's go find the person in charge of Qianyan Army and tell them our ideas."
Fugui touched his chin: "You want to be responsible for the food of the elderly in the village tonight? To be honest, even if you are Xiangling from Wanmin Hall, I don't dare to agree to such a big thing casually."
After all, it is the life safety of many elderly people. Although I am the leader of the Qianyan Army, I am afraid that I cannot be responsible for any collective food safety issues if they really arise.
Among the old people in the village are not only the elders of the young people in Liyue Port, but also the family members of some of his subordinates.
"If you have this? It'll be no problem, right?" Zhong Mo took out the token given to her by Ning Guang. Fugui looked at it and nodded in agreement.
"If you have this, I can agree that Zhenxiang is responsible for the preparation of the ingredients. You can go to him with this document."
The status of Beiheng Village is more important than that of Guiliyuan. The Qianyan Army stationed here has two regiments, the leaders of which are Zhenxiang and Fugui.
The three of them found Zhenxiang and showed them the relevant documents. Zhenxiang nodded in agreement and took them to the kitchen of the military camp. This was the only place where food for so many people could be prepared at the same time.
"You guys go ahead and get busy. I will ask some brothers to help you later. If they are just handling the ingredients, they can still help. I will inform the old man at the evening market."
After Zhenxiang left, many Qianyan troops brought the ingredients that Xiang Ling wanted and started processing them according to Xiang Ling's requirements.
