I'm a male god in Liyue

Bubulu is one, Xinyuexuan is one, Liuliting is one, Wanmintang is one, and Wangshengtang from a certain special period is another...

Zhu Zi and Shen He washed their hands, tidied their clothes, and started working.

"Guest, please come in with me."

Soon, it was Grandma Ping and Yao Yao's turn.

Shen He's cold face remained expressionless, but his tone softened slightly.

"Grandma, Yao Yao, please come with me."

Grandma Ping looked at the subtle changes that had occurred in her and nodded with a smile: "Good."

Shen He was someone I watched grow up; she was a good child, but she was bound by her ominous fate and tragic past.

Although she would greet him respectfully when they met in the mountains in the past, she was not quite the same as she is now, lacking that faint trace of humanity.

According to Yao Yao, Shen He moved in here the day before yesterday.

In just over two days, Shen He's frozen and bound heart has begun to waver.

This Mr. Xia seems to have some skills.

Upon entering the shop, Grandma Ping glanced around, her gaze settling on the calligraphy and painting on the wall, just as it had in the morning when Xingqiu entered.

The bright moon rises over the sea; we share this moment though we are far apart.

Grandma Ping stopped and looked at it, saying, "A good line."

Shen He also stopped and said softly, "Grandma, that was written by the boss."

"Written by Mr. Xia?"

"Ah."

"I see."

Grandma Ping looked away, then thought of the box of delicious mooncakes that Yao Yao had brought back last night.

This Mr. Xia is indeed quite capable.

Shen He led Grandma Ping and Yao Yao to sit down at an empty table and said softly, "Please wait a moment while I get the juice."

Grandma Ping looked at her and nodded kindly, "Okay."

Shen He turned and left.

Although this table was some distance from the other table, with the immortal's eyesight, Grandma Ping could still see the entire process of Xia Zhi preparing the juice clearly.

It's very simple: add a drop of liquid to a glass of water.

This popular drink is simply made by dilution...

A moment later, Shen He placed four glasses of colorful juice on the table and said softly, "Grandma, Yao Yao, you can drink slowly. I have to go now."

Grandma Ping smiled and nodded, "Yes."

Yao Yao clenched her little fist and said cutely, "Sister Shen He! Keep up the good work!"

Shen He nodded coldly and turned to walk towards the door.

Grandma Ping lowered her head and looked at the beautiful liquid in the glass: "This is the rainbow juice you told me about."

Yao Yao said with bright eyes, "Yes, Master, it's so delicious! You've definitely never had it before, so try it!"

Yao Yao is still as warm-hearted as ever. No matter what good things she comes across, she never keeps them to herself; she always shares them with the people around her.

This is why she has always been so popular.

Yesterday, Yao Yao drank this juice at the store. Even in her sleep last night, she was still talking in her sleep and smacking her lips, looking like she couldn't forget it. Then this morning, Yao Yao took the initiative to practice her shooting skills, insisting on dragging her master over to experience it as well.

As for whether Mr. Xia's eyes could be cured, that was just a side thing; the main thing was that she couldn't refuse her young disciple's filial piety.

Grandma Ping smiled helplessly, picked up her cup, and her eyes behind her glasses flickered slightly.

Hopefully this is a legitimate drink, otherwise...

She brought the cup to her lips and took a small sip.

A unique flavor lingered on the lips and teeth.

Grandma Ping closed her eyes, savored the moment for a while, and then slowly opened them.

Yao Yao looked at her expectantly and asked, "How is it, Master? Isn't it delicious?"

Grandma Ping smiled and nodded: "Yes, it really tastes good."

"Master, every glass of juice tastes different! Why don't you try this one?"

"it is good."

Grandma Ping did as she was told, picked up another cup, and tasted it.

The taste was different from the previous cup, but equally unique and delicious.

But this is definitely not the kind of juice that can be made from the fruits of this world.

Grandma Ping put down her cup and glanced at Xia Zhi.

Mr. Xia's background is somewhat mysterious.

Could he be related to Ying, the traveler from another world from a few days ago?

If he really came for Luminous, why didn't he go to Inazuma with her, but instead settled in Liyue alone?

After pondering for a moment without finding a solution, Grandma Ping turned her gaze to the beautiful juice in front of her.

She had already carefully examined the juice and found that it contained nothing addictive; it simply won over customers with its excellent taste.

Instead, she found a faint glimmer of life within it.

Unlike the elemental energy of herbs, "vitality" generally exists in various medicinal herbs. The older the herb, the more abundant its "vitality" and the stronger its medicinal properties. Once "vitality" reaches a certain level, the original medicinal properties of the herb will transform. At this point, the herb is no longer a herb, but becomes a spiritual medicine that mortals crave.

The most common example is ginseng; if it is old enough, it can be used to prolong the life of a dying person.

Even immortals sometimes seek out spiritual herbs to refine special elixirs.

Grandma Ping took another sip of juice, feeling the faint trace of life slowly seep into her body.

Although it was very faint, it was because the juice had been diluted. If it were the original, undiluted juice, its "vitality" would surely be much stronger.

The fruit used as the raw material for the juice must have reached the level of a spiritual medicine.

Although elixirs are good, they are not something that people can take casually. If taken improperly, their medicinal properties can explode and easily turn into deadly poisons.

But the "vitality" in this juice is different; it is exceptionally mild and easily absorbed by the body, as if its ingredients themselves are rare and precious medicines that can be consumed directly.

This Mr. Xia is really willing to spend money.

Such a delicious glass of juice is more nourishing to the body than any tonic.

Grandma Ping glanced at the satisfied customers drinking in the shop.

They probably don't yet realize the benefits involved.

It can be considered fate.

Thinking this, Grandma Ping looked at Yao Yao, who was slowly drinking juice from her cup.

Yao Yao is at the age where she is growing.

"Yao Yao."

"Yes, Master."

"Since you like drinking it, then come here more often in the future."

"Hey?"

Yao Yao paused for a moment, then whispered.

"Master, this juice costs 100 moras a cup, that's so expensive..."

"Not expensive."

"?"

“Master has some money. You can come here for a couple of drinks every day from now on.”

"?"

"Remember?"

"Ok!"

Chapter Ninety-Seven: What Voices of Tigers and Wolves?

Among all the immortals, the True Lord of Songchen Langshi can be said to have formed more connections with mortals.

She had many disciples, the youngest of whom was Yao Yao.

Yao Yao is intelligent and eager to learn. Although she is still young and her knowledge is not yet fully integrated, she often makes some harmless little jokes. However, given time, she will surely grow into a knowledgeable woman.

In addition, she has a gentle and considerate personality and treats people with sincerity and generosity. Not only does the True Lord of Gechenlang City favor her, but her senior sister and other elders also love and care for her very much.

When Yao Yao entered the sect, she was too young and hadn't even learned all the characters yet, so Zhenjun began to teach her from daily interactions, poetry, and etiquette.