Lu Bu, the Thunder General, is my adoptive father in Genshin Impact.

"It can absorb the power of the earth's veins and transform its own rock attribute into lightning, ice, water, and fire. Its methods are so diverse that even an emperor would find it difficult to deal with."

"Wow, that's amazing!" the little girl asked innocently. "Did the Emperor die in the end?"

The shop owner quickly and gently covered the girl's mouth, lowering his voice to say, "In the end, of course, the Emperor won—he wasn't dead then, he just died last year."

The owner suddenly noticed a woman dressed entirely in purple standing silently in front of his fruit stand; he had no idea how she had gotten there.

However, since we finally have a guest, we naturally want to treat her well and not let her run away.

The middle-aged man released his hand from the girl's, but before he could speak, the customer spoke first.

How much does this melon cost per pound?

This is what Xiao Yi taught her: when shopping in an unfamiliar store, it's best to ask about the price first to avoid being ripped off by the merchant.

The general was puzzled: Being ripped off?! Is it really this dangerous for ordinary people to buy things?

Now, the fruit stall owner began to feel uneasy. The purple-haired woman's demeanor chilled him; she seemed more like a troublemaker than a customer. He reassured himself that it was just his imagination.

He feigned composure and replied, "Three and a half moras per pound."

The woman's clothes were made of very luxurious fabric, like the silly daughter of a rich family, so the shopkeeper deliberately raised the price of the goods.

The woman remained expressionless, showing no intention of haggling. The shopkeeper had a bad feeling, and the thought that she was up to no good resurfaced in his mind.

In fact, Xiao Yi had taught Ying to ask the price first, but he didn't tell her the prices of goods. Rice and fruits were scarce and the overall prices were high, which the general thought was normal.

However, before making the payment, she wanted to confirm whether the melon was ripe or unripe. Last time, the fox jokingly gave her an unripe melon to eat, which made the god experience the wickedness of society.

She suddenly remembered what Xiao Yi had told her: practice makes perfect. The clever Lei Yingdian knew how to apply what she had learned to other situations: whether something was raw or cooked, you would know once you cut it open.

brush!

Shadow drew her Dream Heart from her chest and, without a word, slashed at one of the watermelons. The bright red flesh of the watermelon was displayed before her, and Narukami of Inazuma showed a satisfied expression.

But she didn't finish her sentence, and then took it upon herself to cut the watermelon open. Afterwards, she even smiled, which the stall owner took as a provocation.

The middle-aged man was filled with resentment at the lack of business all day, resentment at the signboard being scribbled on, and the strange attitude of the customers. He couldn't bear it any longer and didn't even notice where the customer had pulled out the beautiful long knife.

He decided to teach the other party a lesson.

“When Daddy falls down, start crying—you’re best at faking it,” the shopkeeper whispered to the little girl.

He then used his uninjured leg to support his body and quickly leaped onto one leg to reach his opponent.

"You're trying to split my melon, aren't you?!"

Ying had no idea that touching a merchant's belongings without paying was impolite.

Thor blinked, bewildered.

This action was once again seen as a provocation, and the middle-aged man completely snapped—he deftly unwrapped the bandages from his injured leg and threw them far away, then lay down on the ground and began to struggle.

"Murder! Murder! This woman slashed my leg with a knife!"

At the same time, the little girl burst into loud wailing, which, combined with the boss's howling, attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

Ying seemed to understand something. She glanced expressionlessly at the man performing on the ground, then looked at Dream Heart, who was covered in watermelon juice and looked a little red.

Chapter 128 The Three Sworn Brothers of Wanmintang, Welcoming Brother Guoba (4k)

Xiao Yi, Gan Yu, and Ke Qing, dressed as a maid, left the Hall of Rebirth side by side.

The library did not contain what they wanted, because the purpose of the Hall of Rebirth was to ensure the dead died completely, not to find ways to sacrifice the living. No matter how many ancient books they searched, they could not find any relevant knowledge that met their criteria.

Such books may have existed in the past, but with the development of the times, they have either been destroyed or lost.

Back on the street, Xiao Yi looked up at the sky and found that the sun had just risen.

He found Keqing very early. After changing into maid outfits, the three of them immediately went to the Hall of Rebirth. It was just getting light, but now is the time when the city is full of vitality.

Sunlight streamed through the giant purple eye in the sky, illuminating the bustling city. Looking at the dazzling morning light, Xiao Yi realized he had been too impatient, forgetting to eat breakfast before rushing towards the Hall of Rebirth with the two girls.

Humans have three great desires: the desire to sleep, the desire to eat... Keqing got enough sleep last night, so she has achieved her goal of resting. It's time to satisfy her appetite.

“Miss Keqing, I bet you’ve been so busy these past few days that you haven’t even had time for breakfast, have you?” Xiao Yi asked knowingly, then said, “It’s my treat. Let’s go to Wanmin Hall for a nice meal, and Miss Ganyu can also have a taste.”

Gan Yu was secretly amazed, not expecting the other party to see through her thoughts: These past few days, she had been surviving in the wilderness in the mountains. Although there was plenty of food such as wild vegetables, in the end, food without seasonings only served to fill her stomach.

For Gan Yu, eating to her heart's content is already a happy thing, but it would be even better if she could eat delicious food.

Last night, on her way back to Liyue Harbor, she passed through the bustling night market and saw barbecue stalls sprinkling cumin and garlic on delicious grilled eggplant, grilled gluten, and grilled mushroom skewers. Gan Yu's appetite was whetted, but she had to suppress it due to her heavy mission.

Master Mao of Wanmin Hall has excellent culinary skills. Even vegetarian dishes can be cooked to be just as delicious as meat dishes. In the Liyue culinary world where you get what you pay for, Wanmin Hall is a breath of fresh air that specializes in producing affordable dishes.

Of course, there are deeper reasons behind Xiao Yi's choice of Wanmintang's suggestion.

Mao Xiangling, the young cook at Wanmintang, is the holder of the Eye of the Vulcan and is skilled in marksmanship. However, Xiao Yi is not interested in Xiangling. In terms of combat, he has the skills of Miyamoto and the young master. The improvement that Xiangling brings is simply the fire attribute.

Xiao Yi was tempted by the unidentified creature, Guoba, that Xiang Ling had picked up, which resembled a raccoon.

Its true identity is Maxius, the god of the hearth, who controls the hearth fire and people's livelihood.

Although Guoba poured its power into the earth for the people of Liyue a long time ago, it is now far less intelligent and capable than it once was. However, Xiao Yi wanted to try his luck and pay homage to it.

What if you're incredibly lucky and the system calculates based on the Stove God at its peak?

Last night at Yujing Terrace, if it weren't for Miss Ying's sake, Xiao Yi might have tried to curry favor with each of the immortals to gain a lot of power and skills.

The reason we don't ask the immortals about the sacrificial rituals is that the immortals are upright and honest, and they usually don't approach mortals on their own initiative. They are unlikely to create or actively research such dark rituals, so asking them would be pointless.

They had placed their hopes on the Wangsheng Hall, but unexpectedly, even the library there couldn't help.

It doesn't matter, let's eat first, and then we'll talk after we finish worshipping the rice crust.

Upon arriving at Wanmintang, Xiao Yi did not see Chef Mao. Instead, a young girl in a tiger-skin skirt was running around in the kitchen, busy preparing dishes and serving customers.

"Hello, Master Xiang." Xiao Yi stepped forward to greet him.

"I've never seen you before, are you a new guest?" Xiangling skillfully tossed the wok while serving Xiao Yi, "What would you like to eat? Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

Because of Xiangling's serious nature, she rarely paid attention to things other than cooking, so she didn't read the missing person notice carefully and naturally didn't know that Xiao Yi was Ming Shenzi.

Keqing and Xiangling knew each other. The maid cat hid behind Xiao Yi to avoid being recognized and thus dying.

"One serving of shredded shrimp balls, and some other vegetables suitable for breakfast," Xiao Yi said after thinking for a moment. "That'll do for now. I'll let you know if you want anything else."

Xiangling nodded energetically. Instead of taking out paper and pen to write it down, she silently wrote the customer's request in her heart.

She might forget other things by accident, but when it comes to cooking, whether it's recipes or customer orders, she can remember them all without missing a single detail.

This is the genius of cooking specialization.

Xiao Yi pondered: If I became Xiang Ling's subordinate, would I also be able to cook well? But I already know how to cook, so there's no need for me to cook it so well.

After becoming Narukami's son, he rarely cooked for himself. The Okuzawa clan had been traumatized by the shogun, and they tried their best to persuade him not to enter the kitchen. However, they went too far and even blocked the shogun's adopted son from entering the kitchen.

Ke Qing, who was behind him, was slightly surprised to find that Xiao Yi had ordered her favorite food. She tugged at his sleeve to express her gratitude, and then walked to the corner table and sat down.

As for Gan Yu, she had already taken a seat in the corner when Xiao Yi ordered. No matter what food Xiao Yi ordered, as long as it wasn't meat, she could accept it happily.

After all, it's a Qilin that can only be raised.

On the other side, Xiao Yi did not leave the small window in front of the stove after ordering the food.

"Master Xiang, would you mind if I chatted with you for a bit?" he casually struck up a conversation.

"No problem, I'm almost done cooking this dish." Xiangling continued with her work.

Suddenly, the young cook noticed the style of Xiao Yi's clothes, and her eyes lit up with excitement.

The other person's eyes were so excited that for a moment, Xiao Yi thought she was going to jump out of the kitchen and eat him up.

Xiangling was overjoyed and said, "Guest, you must be from Inazuma, right? Could you tell me how to cook Inazuma dishes? I originally wanted to travel to Inazuma to learn, but recently the ships have been closed again, so I had to regretfully give up my plans that I had been preparing for several days."

"I'm a little busy right now," Xiao Yi replied truthfully. "I'll definitely teach you when I have time in a few days."

Xiangling skillfully tossed the food from the pot onto a plate, then nimbly ran out of the kitchen to serve the customers. She then returned the way she came and began preparing Xiao Yi's order, the process flowing smoothly and efficiently.

"I heard there's a little guy here called Guoba," Xiao Yi said, changing the subject. "I want to worship it... I want to pet it a few times, where is it?"

"Ah, Guoba went out to sell vegetables." Xiangling took a few fresh shrimp out of the water and prepared to peel them. "After you finish breakfast, Guoba will probably be back."

Xiao Yi thought to himself: Good, I'll have the energy to do the worship after I'm full.

"Speaking of which, what are your thoughts on the recent heavy fog?" Xiao Yi changed the subject again, wanting to gather more clues about the organization.

“Great!” Xiangling said without hesitation.

Xiao Yi: ? ? ?

The next moment, a red fire element number popped up above Xiangling's head, reaching a staggering 35.

"When I make delicious food, everyone is happy and has the energy to work, and my justice level increases rapidly," the girl in the tiger-skin skirt explained. "Through the numbers above my head, I can feel everyone's positive feedback on the food, isn't that great?"

"You...aren't you going to trade it for Mora?" Xiao Yi asked doubtfully, "like everyone else does."

"Exchange for Mora? Why?" Xiangling poured fried shrimp balls into the pot, explaining with a smile, "If justice points could be used to exchange for recipes, I would do it every day, but I'm not short of money. As long as I cook well, my income will not be lacking."

"And my luck has improved because of the numbers. Every time I go out to find ingredients, I can find the freshest and most delicious ones. Exchanging for Mora would actually be a loss for me. Hmm? Come to think of it, the fog affected my speed in finding ingredients, so it seems to cancel each other out in the end."

Most people did not connect the fall of the Jade Pavilion with the mist, and the Liyue authorities did not release the investigation results. Therefore, some opportunists who rely on justice points not only did not resent but also supported the actions of the Celestial.

Of course, Xiangling is different. She is neither an opponent nor a supporter. She only gains a sense of accomplishment from the increase in numbers, but does not benefit from the numbers themselves.

Xiangling continued her work, her mouth never stopping as she spoke: "And another thing, in the past, it was common for customers who had late-night snacks to get drunk and cause trouble, argue, or even fight. But since the fog started, we rarely see that anymore."

"Why?" Xiao Yi asked, puzzled.

"Because arguing and fighting will lower your justice value! Besides, stopping illegal acts can increase your justice value. If someone gets drunk and causes trouble, the people at the next table will quickly swarm him, subdue him, and hand him over to the Qianyan Army. Sometimes dozens of people surround one or two people."

“In the past, people were either afraid of getting hurt and dared not get close, or they were happy to watch the excitement. Now, when they see illegal activities, everyone is much more proactive.”

Xiao Yi fell into deep thought.

In a sense, the farce created by the Celestial Venerable did have some benefits; however, the people's actions were not based on justice, but rather on the justice value behind their actions.

It might be money, or it might be luck; in short, it's all related to interests...

Although Hsiao Yi agrees with the judgment method of judging by actions rather than intentions, does calling the behavior of the people driven by interests "justice" really conform to the definition of the word "justice"?

Just then, Xiangling finished making the golden shrimp balls. She plated them and handed them to Xiao Yi, but he was engrossed in his own thoughts and didn't take the food immediately.

Before Xiao Yi could delve deeper into this complex problem, a strange sound interrupted his thoughts.

"Lululu..."