Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

After Dr. Baizhu came to see him in the morning, he had almost slept for the most part. Sora opened his eyes. Although his head was still a little groggy, it was no longer as heavy as it was at the beginning, as if his head had been lowered. Turning over, he found Wutong sitting on the chair next to him. The other party probably gained wisdom by watching others suffer. When he was indoors, he did not forget to put on a thin blanket and cross his legs. When he noticed that he was awake, he first put the book clasp in his hand on his knees, and then touched the side to the side. The porcelain bowl is constantly steaming white.

"It's still very hot. Let's drink the medicine later. Is there anything you want to eat now? Sora."

"Hmm..." I silently went through all the staple food options in my mind, and had a full meal without any appetite at all. Kong pulled the quilt up to cover half of his face, and replied dully: "I'm not hungry..."

Wutong was helpless. Although he knew that his mouth would taste bad after a fever, failure to replenish nutrients in time would affect his recovery. While pulling the quilt down with his hand, he also felt the temperature of the other person's cheek: "You have to eat something even if you're not hungry. How about the wontons? Not much, and I will add more vinegar."

"...Okay, I will eat." Kong exhaled a breath of hot breath, half-squinting his eyes and speaking in a small voice.

Hmm... I always feel that Sora looks very... when he's sick.

Oh, of course, this is not a sentimental thing. Wutong could pat his chest to make sure that he was not so crazy.

Because the other party's illness this time was just a simple cold and fever. It was not an unbearable pain caused by missing arms or legs, nor was it an incurable disease that could shrink into a skeleton in just a few days, or the situation was so serious and critical that An infectious disease that needs to be isolated quickly.

It may sound like a trivial symptom that will pass if you tolerate it. For example, dizziness, sleepiness, lack of energy, poor appetite, and fear of cold. The most disturbing thing is probably that even though I am lying on the bed and simply turning over, I feel so uncomfortable that my bones in my body, including my brain, are about to explode.

But probably because of this, he unexpectedly showed a side that is more dependent on people and candid.

A traveler who always treats people with a smile and is always full of energy. He upholds the gentle philosophy of "if you can't listen to some truths, then I also know some punches". Even after a friendly negotiation, he will be bruised and bruised. I don't care if I scratch my skin. However, at this time, he became a little slow and particularly lazy and fragile. Especially when facing her, the small movements and expressions he made subconsciously, and his words expressed his desire to be accompanied and taken care of.

Is this a sense of contrast...

Wutong smiled. Before getting up to cook the wontons, he reached out to brush away the messy blond hair in front of Kong's forehead, and left a kiss on the forehead of the guy whose eyes were reddened by the high temperature: "Just wait a moment. It'll be fine soon."

After giving the patient appropriate emotional comfort in time, Wutong went downstairs to the kitchen.

When it comes to cooking wontons, you definitely can’t just cook one bowl. Soon after the nap is over, Paimon will probably want to eat them too when he wakes up. Although the little guy is most likely just greedy, you can’t let the child grab the wontons from the patient’s bowl. Grab food. Putting aside the question of whether a fever is contagious, two people have completely different tastes.

Because it was just after lunch and less than two hours ago, there were very few customers ordering food and the kitchen was empty. After knowing that Wutong was going to make wontons, Yanxiao also took out all the existing ingredients and said that he could use them without being polite.

Place it in a large basin covered with a bamboo lid in a cool place, and contain the remaining stuffing from making the buns at noon. Before Yan Xiao left the kitchen, he said it was stuffed with cabbage and pork, and he couldn't eat seafood when he had a fever. So there is no problem at all in using it as wonton filling. Moreover, Wangshu Inn will also provide wontons, a traditional delicacy, to passing caravans in the morning, and handmade wonton wrappers are also available.

It's also a coincidence that Wutong learned how to make dumplings from his father in Shanxi when he was a child. Then when I grew up, I went to Nanjing, where my mother lived for a long time, and learned how to make wontons.

Place a piece of square dough diagonally on the palm of your left hand, pick out the filling with chopsticks, then roll one corner of the dough forward to wrap the filling, and then roll it until half of the dough forms a triangle, then cover the two ends of the rolled part, and pinch Raw wontons shaped like ingots.

Looking at the finished product, Wutong was very satisfied.

Yes, her craftsmanship is still great as always.

Count while wrapping. When the wontons are almost enough, put the wrapped wontons into boiling water in three batches and cook until they float. During the process, put the used things back to their original places and take out two bowls to mix the seasonings.

When Wutong returned to the room with two bowls of wontons, Paimon woke up. I yawned and before I wiped away the tears from my eyes, I smelled the fragrance floating in the air. I laughed from ear to ear and hurriedly came over to ask what it was. It smelled so good!

Facts have proved that there is a certain reason for the derivative development and growth of mukbang.

Kong really had no appetite at first, so he thought that since there wasn't much Ayu had worked hard to make, he would just take two bites. Besides, he had just finished drinking the medicine, and when he burped, the smell of medicine came up. He put a pad on it and pressed it down, Not bad. But Paimon's food was so delicious. Kongdu was a little suspicious. Could it be that the two bowls of wonton fillings made by Ayu were different?

Wutong looked at Kong's bowl where he had finished all the soup and no green onions were left. He explained that this phenomenon was simply because the food in other people's bowls always looked more fragrant than his own. A typical example is instant noodles.

"Instant noodles? What is that?" Kong wondered.

"Well...a kind of instant noodles, which can be cooked and eaten in hot water in a short time. It is very common in my hometown. It takes about three minutes to have a meal, which is very convenient. And there are many flavors. . But there is a saying that the most fragrant thing is the first bowl of instant noodles, and the most disgusting thing is the second bowl of instant noodles." As if remembering something interesting, Wutong raised the corner of his mouth and continued: "I used to go to school. When I was a kid, my other roommate and I often ate when we were hungry late at night. At that time, she noticed that the noodles in my bowl were delicious, and I thought the noodles in her bowl were also good, so we often soaked them and ate them interchangeably. .Ha ha."

This seems to be the first time Wutong has spoken so frankly about his past before coming to Teyvat. Sora also smiled, as if a rose that belonged to him was finally willing to open the outermost glass shell.

Paimon bit his spoon and said, "Going to school... is it like Kuki Shinobu, who came to Liyue from Inazuma to study law?"

"Well...half and half. It would be better to say that I came to Liyue Port from Jueyunjian like Gan Yuyanfei, because I didn't go abroad. I just went from one place at home to another place to study. After all, my home is safe, and I prefer to stay with Mr. Yao."

"Wow - Wutong, are you considered an immortal in your hometown?" Paimeng opened his mouth wide, thinking that Wutong's metaphor of Gan Yu and Yan Fei had this meaning.

Wutong was stunned and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, in my hometown, immortals are fantasy creatures that only exist in picture book myths..."

Uh, but I can’t seem to say that now...

Halfway through her words, Wutong suddenly remembered that she had already separated from the category of normal human beings. If she returned to her hometown one day, she would indeed be called a fairy or a monster by others. And she still remembered Mr. Yao once said that this world is very wonderful.