aircannonsinc Chapter 113: The Manmin Hall, praised by everyone
Chapter 113: The Manmin Hall, praised by everyone
At the Immortal Conference, Mo Ran and others were finally able to leave Yujingtai after being interrogated. Before leaving, Mo Ran looked at the dark sky in the eyes of others, and the figure in his own eyes who had just condensed the rock elemental power into the Immortal Ancestor's transformation and left behind, and smiled slightly.
The Rock King Emperor was still "killed". Mo Ran let out a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to his disciples and the two people who had just arrived at Liyue Harbor.
Mo Ran asked: "What are your plans next?"
Paimon held his chin with his hand and thought: "Since the God of Rock has been killed, Kong, we have nowhere to go now. How about I take you to experience the customs and culture of Liyue! Just relax your mood. There is nothing you can do with your miserable face now!"
The blond boy smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you, Paimon."
"Hehe, I'm a good guide, how can I make you unhappy!" Paimon smiled. Just as he was wondering how Paimon would take him to visit Liyue, the floating object who claimed to be a good guide looked at a man in black as expected.
"Mo Ran, please take me and the other travelers to walk around Liyue Harbor later! We just arrived and haven't even had dinner yet!"
Kong held his forehead with one hand and said helplessly: "Paimon, it's like this again!"
"That's no problem. Liyue has a long history and there are countless places to visit. However, food is the most important thing for the people. It is said that thousands of years ago, the Kitchen God made fire to cook. Later, this craft was gradually introduced to the human world and developed to the present era of flourishing food."
Mo Ran smiled and said, "Since you are all still hungry, let's go for a walk around Tiger Rock. There are also countless delicacies there, like dazzling stars."
Paimon raised his hand and wiped the non-existent saliva with his sleeve, then looked at the blond boy with anticipation in his eyes and blinked intelligently.
"Paimon is still Paimon after all." Sora didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I lost to you. Just go there. I'll pay."
"Great!" Paimon raised one arm high, very excited. There were not many things that made her care so much, and eating delicious food was the most important one among them.
Paimon pointed ahead, as if he was marching a million-strong army, and shouted, "Let's go, goal, and eat the delicious food on Huyan Street!"
Passing by the steps of Yujing Terrace, an old voice called out to them, "Mo Ran, you and these kids come over here."
Paimeng looked puzzled, "Who is talking?" She looked around for a while before finally seeing an old woman standing in front of a face in the distance.
Mo Ran shouted loudly: "Grandma Ping wants to talk to me about something?"
"Not really. I just need to borrow your daughter. Now that the emperor has passed away, I, an old woman, have some things to do."
Mo Ran turned his head away, ready to have a verbal fight with this disrespectful old guy, but Shen He didn't want to make things difficult for his father, so he agreed once again.
"Father, I'll go over first. Have fun."
Mo Ran sighed and said, "Child, if Grandma Ping gives you a heavy task, remember to take some time off. She is very strong!"
"I got it. Take care, father." Shen He said with a smile, turned around and walked away, leaving only a frosty back.
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The sun was shining brightly, and at noon, the restaurants welcomed their second peak of customers every day, with the fragrance wafting from every restaurant for miles.
Paimon passed by the doors of every household, his mouth drooling and his eyes sharp, as if he could eat every delicious dish just by looking at it.
"Mo Ran Mo Ran, where else are we going? Aren't there delicious food here?" Paimeng spread his hands, not understanding why Mo Ran would go so far instead of near.
Mo Ran smiled and said, "These places are certainly good, but they are not as good as the Wanmin Hall that everyone in Liyue praises. The dishes there can only be seen in heaven and rarely heard of in the world."
"To have such a good reputation, do you think the time spent on the journey is too much, Paimon?"
"It's so delicious? Hey, let's go!" Paimon rolled forward and flew forward. Kong shouted, "Paimon, wait for us. Do you know the way?"
"Oh, that's right!" Paimon hurriedly wanted to stop, but it was too late. He bumped into the hanging board of a restaurant, stars in his eyes, and he was in a daze.
"Hmm, my head feels dizzy." Paimon touched his head, and his whole body was shaking, as if it was about to fall down.
Mo Ran held the back of her collar with one hand and asked, "Are you feeling better?" She turned around and looked at the sign that was hit. What a coincidence, it was the sign of Wanmin Hall. What a fate, it was indescribable.
Kong arrived later and took over the guide who had been accompanying him all the way. He curled his lips and said, "Don't be so reckless, okay? It's always me who's worried."
"Hey, sorry." Paimon smiled, turned around to look at the sign, and said in surprise: "Here we are, we are at the Hall of All Peoples! We can finally fill our stomachs, let's go in!"
The three of them found an empty seat and sat down. A square-faced middle-aged man came over with a big smile on his face. It was Master Mao, the owner of Wanmintang. "What a rare guest! Why are you here today, Master Mo?"
Mo Ran spread out his palms and introduced: "Bring two friends to experience the customs and culture of Liyue. Among all the restaurants in Liyue Port, Wanmin Hall is the one that is closest to the people of Liyue."
"Haha, Boss Mo, you are too modest. How can I compare to you? Look, what are we having today?"
Mo Ran asked familiarly, "Is Xiangling cooking today?"
There is an invisible way to eat at Wanmin Hall, that is, don't look at the menu, just ask who is the chef, because Chef Mao's beloved daughter Xiangling is gifted and has been able to cook delicious dishes since she was a child. Compared with Chef Mao, she can be said to be better than his teacher.
Master Mao smiled naively and said, "My girl is here today. What do you want to eat? I'll go talk to her."
Mo Ran looked at the two people sitting at the same table and asked, "Do you want to eat anything?"
Paimon thought for a while and said, "We just arrived in Liyue and don't know the famous dishes here. Mo Ran, just help us order." Kong nodded.
Mo Ran casually ordered a few famous dishes of Liyue, boiled black-backed sea bass, Central Plains offal, peace in all directions, lotus seed poultry egg custard. After all, these were popular dishes of Liyue. Although Paimon accepted all dishes, Mo Ran really had no idea what Kong liked to eat.
A table of dishes came up quickly. They were served by the head chef Xiangling herself, with a cute yellow raccoon beside her.
Master Mao stood behind his daughter, patted her shoulder, and said softly, "Haven't you always wanted to see Boss Mo? Why don't you dare to speak? Haha."
Under her father's encouragement, Xiangling said the self-introduction she had practiced for a long time, "Hello, I am Xiangling, the chef of Wanmintang. What I like to do is to prepare...cook!"
Perhaps it was because she had seen a legendary figure in the industry, Xiangling was still a little nervous and stuttered when she spoke even though she was standing next to her father.
Mo Ran smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, your dishes are all very good. Master Mao often talks to me about his precious daughter, saying that your cooking skills are comparable to those of a chef!"
Xiangling turned to look at the middle-aged man, who smiled innocently and said, "Boss Mo, I never said that! If you want to praise me, just do it yourself. Xiangling has admired you since she was a child, you know that."
"Hey, was it Boss Mo who praised it?!" Xiang Ling realized it later, her eyes full of brightness, and she said firmly: "Boss Mo, don't worry, I will definitely promote Wanmintang's home-cooked dishes!"
"Lu~" The raccoon next to him was a little dumbfounded. This kid never had this expression when he tried new dishes. In the end, he was fooled by the guy in black clothes with just a few words. It was really infuriating!
Xiangling stroked the raccoon's furry head and said with a smile, "What's wrong, Guoba? Are you happy for me too? That was a compliment from Liyue's Kitchen God, Boss Mo!"
"Lu——" Guoba's face darkened visibly, and suddenly he glared at the man in black with his eyes wide open, and shouted, "Lululu————"
"Guoba! What's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Xiangling looked anxious, which made Guoba feel relieved. Then, she turned to the man in black and said repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Boss Mo, Guoba wasn't like this before. Maybe he ate too much chili last night! I'll take him to Dubinglu later."
Mo Ran smiled and said, "It's okay. Little Guoba is still very cute like this, hehe." The laughter revealed some weirdness that only Guoba could understand.
I saw a big hand in black covering Guoba's head and rubbing it hard. It seemed like a warm scene, but in fact, there were undercurrents. Only the raccoon himself knew what was going on.