aircannonsinc Chapter 177 Going Home
Chapter 177 Going Home
Xingqiu turned around, with a smile on his handsome face, as clear as a gurgling mountain spring, and you could see the bottom at a glance.
Chongyun and Xiangling ran forward and stood with Xingqiu. The three of them had known each other since childhood. Regardless of their status or the passage of time, their feelings had never changed and they had always been very good friends.
Chongyun put one hand on the back of his head, looking a little shy, but seeing the light in his eyes, Xingqiu knew he wanted to ask for something. Xiangling glanced at him and slowly took a step back. This was a tacit understanding that had been established for many years.
Chongyun rubbed his hands together, looking forward to it, "Xingqiu, Xingqiu, can you teach me that trick you used just now? This way, it will be much easier for me to slay demons and monsters!"
Xingqiu remained calm in the face of danger, with one hand placed flat behind his back. He was a well-read and elegant gentleman, gentle as jade and handsome as a demon. A gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Then, about the last time I put Jueyun pepper in your water..."
"It's okay, it's okay. I forgave you a long time ago!" Chongyun has always been straightforward and has no ulterior motives. When he heard his best friend say this, he also knew the approximate terms of the exchange.
Xingqiu folded his hands in front of him and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll teach you when we get back. But the art of flying a sword requires self-comprehension and perseverance. If you can't master it, you can't blame me."
Chongyun nodded in agreement without giving it much thought. The young man's face was filled with a youthful smile, which was very contagious to the people around him, especially those who had experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, who could understand it best.
Kong couldn't help but touch his companion's head. The latter glanced at him and said nothing. The two of them were silent, but they knew what the other was thinking and there was no need for words to express it.
After Keqing's simple congratulations, she continued to ponder the legend of the Kitchen God. Since the man in black beside him was an immortal, his words should be more credible than those of mortals.
Mo Ran glanced at his old friend who was immersed in Xiang Ling's figure. He did not disturb him, but watched the two teenagers' mutual benefit quietly with a slight smile.
Xiangling saw that the two had almost finished talking, so she stepped forward and asked, "Xingqiu, I'm doing market research. Do you have any food preferences?"
Xingqiu pondered for a moment and said, "My taste is light. I like to eat light and delicious dishes, such as soups with seasonal vegetables, stews... and so on. They are all good."
Xiangling groaned twice and muttered, "Another light-hearted person. I'll remember that."
Chongyun spread his hands and asked in confusion: "We are talking about personal preferences, and they are all different. Can such mixed opinions really be helpful?"
Xiangling nodded and said firmly: "Of course, you are all my diners. It is the chef's mission to make diners happy and come back often!"
Mo Ran smiled and agreed: "Well said."
The rice crust next to it also made a few "rumbling" sounds, which probably meant some kind of compliment.
Xingqiu smiled and said, "Although Xiangling's dishes are often unconventional, her mindset has never changed. Just this point of perseverance alone is something that many people cannot compare to!"
"Oh, I feel embarrassed that you praise me so suddenly..." Xiangling smiled, and two blushes appeared on the girl's pretty face, adding a bit of charm to her.
"Ah!" Xiang Ling suddenly woke up and said quickly: "Sorry, I've wasted everyone's time. I've asked all the questions I wanted to ask. Let's continue the investigation!"
"There's no need to rush. I've already gotten almost all the answers from Mr. Mo Ran just now. I'm afraid it won't be very effective if I continue investigating. It's better to go back home and arrange the follow-up matters." Keqing expressed what was in her mind.
Paimeng's eyes sparkled. He thought about going to the man in black's house for a meal, and then having an excuse to have breakfast together the next morning. In this way, he could get two meals at once, a sure-win deal.
Xingqiu turned to face the man in black, and imitated those people in Jianghu, cupping his fists and saying: "Mr. Mo Ran has enlightened me today, Xingqiu is very grateful. If there is anything in the future, send someone to summon me. Xingqiu will do his best!"
Mo Ran waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's just a small favor. There are not many young people like you in Liyue Harbor now!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at the people traveling with him and said, "It's getting late. It's almost time to go back."
Paimeng nodded and shouted, "Great! Let's go to Mo Ran's house to get some... No, help with the food problem. Let's go!"
He gave her a blank look, then followed by a few people in black. They started their journey home under the setting sun.
"A favor should be returned with a gift. A drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of water!" Xingqiu made a fist and bowed deeply from top to bottom, facing the back of the man in black, and said softly, "Sir, take care!"
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In Liyue Harbor, in Mo Ran's courtyard, the people who were traveling together this time were all called over by Paimeng, and the busy Keqing was no exception.
Paimon greeted, "Please sit wherever you want. Don't be polite. Just treat this place like your own home!"
"This seems to be my home, right?" Mo Ran said softly.
Paimon chuckled and said, "Based on our friendship, yours also belongs to me and Sora, don't worry about it!"
Mo Ran shook his head and cursed with a smile: "Let the wolf in, let the wolf in!"
A frosty-haired figure walked out from the kitchen, his slender arms and legs wrapped in black silk. His face was as bright and flawless as the moon, and his silver eyes were like a dream.
This woman was naturally Shen He. As usual, she held a glass of iced raspberry juice and said softly, "Father, you have worked hard outside."
Mo Ran still shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "How can you be tired? It's you, Shen He, who works hard every day. You should pay more attention to rest."
"It's okay, Shen He is not tired!" She placed the cup in front of everyone's seat and smiled slightly, "Please enjoy your meal."
Keqing thanked her, then glanced at Paimon, who was sitting in a bohemian posture, and the slightly restrained blond boy, her eyes showing thought.
After a short silence, Keqing said, "Traveler, Mr. Mo Ran, I have to go home to get my grandfather's notes. See you later."
Mo Ran hummed and said, "Remember not to leave it too late, otherwise with Paimeng's strength of sweeping across the four directions, there will probably be only a few dishes left!"
"Why do you say that to me! Humph." Paimon was half lying on the sofa like a baby, holding a glass of cool iced juice in his hand, looking extremely comfortable.
Kong looked at Keqing, who was wearing purple clothes and had purple hair, and saw the look in her eyes. Then he said, "I'll see you off."
"Okay." The two left together.
Xiangling, dressed in black, went to the kitchen with Guoba, who volunteered to cook together. Shen He leaned against the door of the kitchen, his eyes never leaving his father's figure.
In the huge house, only Paimeng was left sitting in the same place. She rubbed her porcelain doll-like cheeks and said to herself, "Kong, please come back soon. I'm the only one sitting here idle. It's so embarrassing!"
While Paimon was mumbling, there was a knock on the door. She was overjoyed and went to open the door, muttering with a laugh: "Really, how come Sora can't even open the door himself after going out?"
"Haha, of course it's because the one knocking on the door is me, an old woman!" Outside the open door, stood an old man with a hunched back and a head full of white hair. Next to him was a woman in white clothes as white as snow and as beautiful as a painting, who was supporting the old man.
The two people were Grandma Ping and Guizhong. Behind them, there was a cute little girl with half of her head sticking out. She was wearing an elegant little green dress, with pigtails tied into a bow on her head, and she was wearing two fist-sized bells.
Grandma Ping touched the head of the disciple behind her, took her hand, pulled her forward, and introduced her, "This is my youngest disciple, Yaoyao."
"Hello Yaoyao, I'm Paimeng." When the white-haired floating object saw the little porcelain doll, his heart seemed to melt.
Yaoyao also greeted back, and the three of them just walked in.
Yaoyao cleverly noticed the movement in the kitchen and asked, "Paimeng, is there anything I can help you with? Anything is fine!"
Paimeng waved his hand, and said gently, like a steward treating an important visitor, "No need, Yaoyao, just go and sit down, or go out and play. As for the cooking, leave it to Mo Ran, the professional chef!"
"Okay then." Yaoyao sat upright on the sofa, not touching anything, not looking around, just sitting quietly.