The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 82 Ziyue's Gift

After 8 p.m., Zou's Bar gradually became noisy.

Many new faces have been flocking here, mostly vibrant young people, interspersed with a few well-dressed social elites.

A girl with smoky eye makeup sat down at the bar, surrounded by about a dozen men and women of similar age.

Zou Shuyi was not surprised by the arrival of the girl with smoky eye makeup.

Yesterday, the girl asked about the admission tickets in detail, and sure enough, she brought people to the bar to spend money today.

"Boss lady, are there any gashapon chances left today?" the girl with smoky eye makeup asked Zou Shuyi.

"The night has just begun, and no customer has spent more than three thousand star coins yet," Zou Shuyi said with a smile.

The girl with smoky eye makeup said to her companions, "You guys order the drinks, it's on me."

They scrolled through the images of alcoholic beverages on the wooden screen, from top to bottom, but never saw any famous brands; instead, they saw only products from unknown small workshops.

The boy next to the girl with smoky eye makeup leaned his elbow on the table and deliberately dragged out his words: "Not even a decent bottle of aged wine, that's too shabby. Even in a backwater place, the cost of living is higher than this."

"If this place were filled with top-quality drinks, would I need it? Are you just here to make up the numbers?" The girl with smoky makeup ordered a glass of Orange Mountain from Zou Shuyi, and also asked for a caramelized potato wedge.

Zou Shuyi's cocktail shaker drew a silver arc in the air, her nimble cocktail-making movements resembling a meticulously choreographed performance.

He poured the amber-colored liquor into a tall, slender, transparent glass, pushed it in front of the girl with smoky makeup, and reminded her, "Orange Mountain has a strong aftereffect, please enjoy it slowly."

The girl with smoky makeup gently swirled the glass, inhaled the aroma of the wine, and then silently savored it, without uttering a single comment on whether the wine was good or bad.

Another newly mixed drink was placed on the tray of the newly added service robot.

The little robot was similar to the robot Su Ninglong had seen at the Star Alliance Information Department. It had a round head and a floating chassis that shimmered with a faint blue light. It carried a plate on its head and moved nimbly through the air like an agile fish, safely delivering the food to the guests.

Su Ninglong sat behind the bar, eating the high-end takeout food.

Grilled eel and roast suckling pig rice.

Zou Shuyi, distracted, asked Su Ninglong, "When will the roast suckling pig shop start selling roast eel again?"

Su Ninglong: "When you order a whole suckling pig and tell the owner you also want grilled eel, how could he refuse to grill (or buy) it for you?"

Creating something out of nothing; the boss is a shrewd businessman.

Freshly grilled eel carries a unique oily aroma, with sauce soaking into every strand of meat. With a gentle sip, the sauce bursts in your mouth, creating an intoxicating experience.

The fat under the skin of the roast suckling pig has melted into translucent golden streams, and the traditional charcoal roasting adds a smoky flavor to the dish. Su Ninglong can easily devour half of it by herself.

While mixing drinks, Zou Shuyi said, "Don't finish it all, share some with me."

Xingyuan walked out along the path connecting the kitchen and the bar, took scissors, and helped Su Ninglong cut the suckling pig into pieces.

"This is for your godmother." Xingyuan picked up a piece of meat that could be swallowed in one bite and had Su Ninglong hand it to Zou Shu.

Su Ninglong was gnawing on a pig's head, her knuckles glistening with oil. "You feed me, my hands are oily, she'll be disgusted by me." She gestured towards Zou Shuyi with her sauce-covered lips.

Zou Shuyi paused in her hand as she mixed the drinks, then said, "No need. I'll use chopsticks later." She genuinely disliked her oily hands.

"How about I mix the drinks? You and Ninglong can have dinner."

Xingyuan's exquisite features caused a small stir among the girls, and two of them, being bold, even whistled.

Xingyuan ignored him and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

Zou Shuyi raised an eyebrow: "You know how to mix drinks?"

"You're still getting used to it, so it'll be a bit slow. You can basically mix all the cocktails you've ever made." Xingyuan told her to rest for a while, and he went to the bar and methodically mixed a Fire Fox Love.

The red liquor meandered in flame-like patterns on the glass, the very 888 special cocktail ordered by the guy who had just mocked the bar's shabby appearance.

The boy smirked, thinking Xingyuan was trying to show off, "That's some kind of country bumpkin's style..."

"This place is nice, there's no unpleasant smell of smoke." A girl kicked the boy who was talking nonsense. He didn't think before he spoke. In front of such a beautiful proprietress and handsome guy, he sounded like a country bumpkin. He was the one who was the country bumpkin. Even when others treated him to a meal, they couldn't shut his foul mouth.

Xingyuan: "Because there are children here, the bar has banned smoking."

Xingyuan smiled, and the little girl let out a soft, joyful exclamation, "Handsome guy, are you the owner of this shop?"

"No."

"So, is he the landlady's partner?"

Xingyuan continued to shake his head.

"Would you like to have a sweet romance?"

"My little princess at home is already enough of a worry for me." Xingyuan smiled politely, handed his little princess a tissue, pointed to his cheekbone, and gently reminded Su Ninglong, "You have some sauce here."

The girls around immediately understood, a hint of disappointment flashing in their eyes.

He's actually a stay-at-home dad with a child who's at an incredibly cute age, so it's really hard for him to spoil a second princess.

But it doesn't matter. The young girl doesn't care whether she's with her crush or not. She just wants to flirt with him. If she succeeds, she'll be lucky. If she doesn't, she'll just consider it a chance encounter.

Unfortunately, after exchanging a few flirty words, I realized that the other person really didn't seem like someone who worked in a bar.

He neither said anything ambiguous nor took the bait, but he liked to guide them to talk about the secrets of the entertainment industry (mainly because Su Ninglong liked to listen).

Su Ninglong propped up her ears, eating and making muffled noises. In the end, Su Ninglong and the girls got along better and better.

Have you heard of that top celebrity from the Yuan family?

"Hey, did you guys know that there was this celebrity surnamed Yuan who wanted to pursue his goddess back then? He wrote ninety-nine letters, but they all ended up being kept hidden away and never sent. Later, he said he would write these letters into love songs to muster up the courage to pursue his goddess. There are invitations hidden behind each of the ninety-nine official songs. If he succeeds in pursuing her, the invitation will be activated, allowing the lucky winner to attend his wedding. However, this is not public knowledge. Right now, clicking on the link will only give you a poster."

"It's absolutely insanely romantic."

"How did you know about such a secret, sister?" Su Ninglong thought that the celebrity surnamed Yuan might be trying to put on a show and create a persona of a devoted lover.

"Hehe, little girl, don't ask so many questions." The girls laughed and clinked glasses. "Our network of information is much better than that of the media."

After ordering several cocktails, the girl with smoky makeup paid over 9,000 Star Coins to go gashapon first.

As soon as she left, the others whispered among themselves, "Is Xiaoya so obsessed with gashapon toys?"

"If her family wants to buy it, they can buy any kind of gashapon toy."

"Didn't you know? The gashapon capsules this shop gives you can let you watch the live stream of the battle between hunters and mystic spirits."

But with admission tickets costing over three thousand, even people from middle-class families have to grit their teeth and spend a lot of money to see it.

Since the policy intentionally revealed some of the truth about the Mystic Spirits, the hottest topic among young people now is the hunter who travels through space.

They are mysterious, powerful, and definitely very handsome.

Zou Shuyi and Xingyuan, unwilling to shatter the young couple's fantasy, remained silent. Su Ninglong, who was gnawing on a pig's head, saw Wu Mo, dressed in a travel-worn manner, enter Zou's Bar. "Uncle Wu."

Su Ninglong's sweet, childlike voice rang out as she put down the pig's head, washed her hands and face, and hopped over to Wu Mo.

Wu Mo hung up his black trench coat and fedora. Seeing that his little cutie was welcoming him as always, his cold expression gradually melted, and he greeted her with the same sentence: "Ninglong, my darling, have you missed me?"

"Hehe, of course I missed you." Su Ninglong sat in Wu Mo's arms, smiling like a bright sunflower.

Wu Mo smiled and said, "How have you been at school lately? Huang Feng said you've made something of yourself, even stealing her things."

"Do you know that fisherman?"

"We can't be rude." Zou Shuyi returned to her bartending post. There were too many customers; Xingyuan couldn't handle it all by himself.

After adjusting the business, she felt busier. She didn't want to be so busy, and running a bar wasn't her main job. She would need to make further adjustments in the future.

Su Ninglong snorted coldly. A fisherman is a fisherman. She herself is a fisherman, except that she is a professional fisherman.

The food delivery robot nimbly dodged Wu Mo, who was walking towards it. "Hello, guest. Hello, young master. Please come in."

"A cup of white amber," Wu Mo said to Zou Shuyi.

The girl with smoky eye makeup took the three gashapon capsules, returned to her seat, and asked in confusion, "What is white amber? Why isn't it on the menu?"

"That's a drink for regular customers, you can't order it." The specially made white amber drink was handed to Wu Mo, and Zou Shuyi asked, "Still working so late?"

"No, I just finished work and wanted to grab a drink. I'm off work tomorrow, taking a break."

Zou Shuyi then remembered that tomorrow was the anniversary of his daughter's death. "Just don't push yourself too hard. Ninglong misses your snacks every day."

"Haha, I won't forget to buy snacks for this little glutton." Wu Mo brought Su Ninglong a box of dried fruit, a local specialty of the planet where he was on a mission.

Su Ninglong picked up a piece of dried fruit; it was sweet and sour, just to her liking.

The girl with smoky eye makeup persisted, asking, "Why can't I order it? Is there anything special about the white amber? Is it only for people with special status?"

“Many of my regular customers have special health conditions,” Zou Shuyi added, “so they’re like specially prepared medicinal drinks.”

"Oh." The girl with smoky makeup thought Wu Mo was a hunter, which was why there was a hidden menu. After all, many people in modern times have genetic problems, and these types of patients have regulations governing their food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

It's not surprising that a bar that uses Star Alliance admission tickets as gashapon toys would have customers with special medical conditions drinking beverages.

As the clock struck nine, a shapely silhouette swayed into the bar, its graceful curves outlined by neon lights drawing everyone's attention.

Ironically, the person with this physique has plain features, like a pearl casually embedded into a rough pottery blank by the Creator.

Ziyue walked into the bar, her eyes sweeping across the bar counter, and saw Su Ninglong being held in Wu Mo's arms. She rushed over to snatch her away.

"Ah, my good baby, I've finally found you! How can you be so amazing?" Ziyue pulled Su Ninglong into her arms and kissed her face several times.

"Stop, you've got your saliva on my face." The old man disgustedly pressed his forehead against the other's and pulled out a tissue to wipe it off. "It's one thing that you didn't bring any snacks, but you still want to take advantage of me."

"I just wanted to express my gratitude." Ziyue didn't come empty-handed. "Wait for me a moment, I brought you a lot of gifts."

"You're getting it." As soon as Su Ninglong spoke, she was met with two eye rolls from Zou Shuyi. "What did you give Ziyue that made her suddenly give you a gift?"

Ziyue's family is not wealthy, so the gift must have been given because Su Ninglong helped her.

Su Ninglong: "I'd like to know too."

Ziyue knew that many people sent snacks to Su Ninglong, so she took a different approach and brought a bunch of books.

“I went to the bookstore and found these books. I know you like all kinds of popular science books, as well as beginner versions of robot making. Although they are all old editions, I carefully selected each one.”

The old books piled up in the warehouse would be sold at a discount by the bookstore regularly, and Ziyue bought more than a hundred of them in bulk, just like a wholesaler.

There are particle-compressed versions, paper versions, and electronic versions available.

Learning online is never as comprehensive as learning from a book.

Su Ninglong was stunned. Was her genius student persona too deeply ingrained in people's minds? Why did they have to give her so many books?

The child's frozen expression drew bursts of joyful laughter from those around him: "Hahaha."

Ziyue asked softly, "Don't you like it?"

It's not that I don't like it, but I probably won't be able to finish watching it.

"If you ask me, just put the books on the shelf, take a picture, post it online, and show off a bit," the boy interjected.

“That won’t do, we can’t do it like that. If you accept it, you have to watch it all.” Although Zou Shuyi didn’t care much about Su Ninglong’s daily behavior, as long as she followed the rules, she didn’t care what she did.

However, Zou Shuyi hopes that Su Ninglong can be more serious about her studies.

As long as people are willing to learn, they will eventually understand the principles, accumulate more knowledge, and will not be eliminated by society.

It's one thing if she can't learn it, but Su Ninglong is so smart, there's no reason why she can't learn it.

Su Ninglong, who was being given high hopes, browsed through the book categories and was surprised to find that there were also cooking, mineral holographic atlases, and food incompatibilities. She really needed information about food incompatibilities, as she could get a lot of information from them.

"Thank you, Sister Ziyue. I will definitely watch it all. I have no talent for cooking, so can I decide to give this to my nanny?"

"Of course, as long as you can use it."

"Here you go." Su Ninglong turned around and pushed the two cookbooks to Xingyuan without hesitation. A culinary disaster contestant doesn't need cookbooks, he just needs to let his imagination run wild.

Dad Xingyuan stopped wiping the cups and took the recipe from Su Ninglong. "Do you want me to cook for you tomorrow, or should we order takeout?"

"Takeout, I want takeout that's hard to make at home. I want thinly sliced ​​ham, roast goose, cake..." Su Ninglong had money in her pocket right now, so she decided to enjoy life first.

Her spiritual path never involved ascetic practices.

Refining weapons is enjoyable, going on adventures is enjoyable, even learning is enjoyable; what others consider painful, she can treat with a positive attitude.

Enjoying delicious food is also essential.

"You like ham?"

"I've never tried it before. What does it taste like?"

"It's a bit salty, a bit sweet, the fat melts in your mouth, and it also has the aroma of almonds and hazelnuts, and of course, a hint of milkiness. The lean meat has a complex aroma like a combination of hay and mushrooms." Xingyuan has a lot of knowledge about food and can accurately describe the flavors.

Su Ninglong drooled as she listened.

"You're talking about the taste of good ham, right? The taste of slightly lower quality ham is completely different," said the girl with smoky eye makeup.

Xingyuan smiled faintly and replied, "That's what I've eaten, but I don't know how to distinguish the quality."

Su Ninglong tilted her head and asked, "Which shop's takeout has good ham?" She always managed to steer the conversation back to food.