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Hearing what Rosalia and Kaia said, Paimeng wowed, and then curiously asked, "If you lose the bet, what kind of bet did you make?"

Diluc, who finished mixing the wine, said: "Dandelion wine or apple cider, which one sells more during the Wind Flower Festival?"

Paimeng, who thought it would be a more exciting bet, suddenly choked up, but he still maintained the professional attitude of breaking the casserole and asking the end: "Huh? It's such an ordinary bet, then... So, which one is more?"

"Dandelion wine."

After listening to the conversation between the two, Wendy felt regretful in her heart. If he hadn't been really short of money, he could still have helped Wutong.

......

The angel's gift and the others over there were having so much fun and enthusiasm while drinking, chatting and having fun, but Wutong was so entangled and had a headache when he stared at the white paper spread out on the table that was cleaner than his face.

There have been several editions. She has been picking, writing and revising, going back and forth for half an hour, but she still hasn't come up with a song that she is satisfied with.

Wutong held his forehead and sighed, then bent down and picked up the discarded cases crumpled up at his feet one by one, unfolded them and made a new decision.

However, she looked at the several crumpled papers on the table, and her brows became tighter and tighter. Finally, she pulled two handfuls of hair, rolled her eyes, threw away the pen decisively, and leaned back. The dragged chair legs made a miserable sound on the floor. Calling, Wutong stood up. It was almost meal time and she was going to mix the batter.

Just use the first one, Undecided Edition 1.

Taking a basin and calculating how much the three of them would eat, Wutong added a little salt and an appropriate amount of eggs to the flour by hand after getting the flour, then took a bowl of water and started to mix the batter.

Now that she thinks about it, the first version is quite good and quite consistent.

In order to prevent the batter from getting lumpy, Wutong slowly added water with his left hand and stirred with chopsticks with his right hand to completely combine the flour and water into a paste. She had made the barbecue burritos so many times that she had almost developed muscle memory.

She is not a talented person, nor does she have the ability to be beautiful. If she loses a bet, she has to be willing to admit defeat. In last year's poem, when she returned to her residence from the angel's gift, she looked up and saw the sky. Under the bright white full moon, at that moment, I suddenly remembered the poems of a talented woman from Peking University and the words of this talented woman.

I seemed to be favored by the moon at that moment.

Wutong saw that the mixing was almost done, so he scooped it up with a spoon and poured it down. The batter slowly flowed down in a straight line, with a moderate consistency. Then, in order to make the pancakes taste better, add an appropriate amount of chopped green onion to the prepared batter.

If she really used the first version in the end, wouldn't it be a bit too much for her to write like this?

but...

Wutong looked at the door unconsciously. She had a habit of turning on all the lights when she was at home alone.

This year’s Wind Flower Festival star is empty.

The warm white light in the living room is on, and there are pillows and dolls piled on the plush carpet. The fruit plate is filled with newly bought grapes and oranges, and the water marks on them after they were washed are still shining.

Someone should have been with her, but now she was the only one in the empty room.

He murmured unconsciously: "Aether..."

The next moment, he decisively raised his hand to cover his mouth. Through the broken defenses, fragmentary clues of her obscure thoughts leaked out from the deepest sea of ​​consciousness. Wutong closed her eyes and clutched the clothes on her chest, where her heart was beating fiercely, as if it was about to break through her chest and express her most turbulent emotions in her mouth. All the words and feelings that he suddenly suppressed forcefully caused his stomach to feel twitching and vomiting.

After taking a few deep breaths, he turned on the gurgling faucet in front of him, raised his head, and saw traces of cold water sinking into his collar. Wutong slowly opened his eyes and put down his hands.

The meat has been marinated, the batter has been mixed, and even the ice cubes for drinks have been frozen. Wutong wiped his face, picked up the poems he was about to hand over, and threw the rest into the trash. He leaned against the dining table, and after reciting it silently in his heart, he put on his coat and went out.

Do you want to see the 90% of the iceberg that sinks under the surface of the sea? Sora.

do you want to see.

The day for laying flowers is coming soon. The people of Mondstadt seem to be more curious about what kind of poem the honorary knight will write than what kind of flowers she will lay. At this time, they don't go home or go to the Deer Hunter. They are still waiting. it's here. Standing in front of the table where poems were placed in the Sculpture Square, Wutong saw the heated discussion in the crowd and left without them paying attention.

"I also asked where you were. It seems that the poems were sent there?"

As soon as he entered the door, Sora poked his head out of the room, holding a cup in his hand and asked. In the warm white living room, Paimon was sitting on the overlapping pillows. He had just opened a pack of biscuits and bitten half of it, and the crumbs fell on the On the dark desk, it is as conspicuous as stars in the night sky.

Wutong re-hanged his coat on the shelf at the door, smiled and shrugged: "Yeah, if we don't hand in, in the future when I go out and meet anyone, I will be asked where the poems I wrote went."

"Hahaha, it's not that exaggerated." Sora put the cup on the table, collected the broken biscuits that fell on it, took out a piece of paper and put it under Paimon's mouth, and followed Wutong into the restaurant: "Although The reveal is coming up in a few days, but I still want to hear it.”

"Me too, me too! I want to hear it, I want to hear it!" Paimon's eyes flashed, and he almost flashed to the kitchen, his little hands clenched with anticipation on his face.

Along with the sizzling sound, Wutong pretended to remember and thought for a long time. The fragrant smell of barbecue slowly emerged: "It smells so good, it's ready to eat."

"Ah - that's too much! Wutong! Huh." Paimeng, whose expectations were completely disappointed, pouted and looked away as if he couldn't coax him.

Seeing this, Wutong not only stuffed a few more chopsticks of meat into the burrito, but also raised the first finished product in front of Paimeng, blinked and explained: "I didn't hide it on purpose, but if I tell it now, my It’s a good thing that the poem wasn’t selected, but if it had been, wouldn’t it mean that Paimon wouldn’t be as fond of it?”

The air receiver on the side received the eye signal and shrugged helplessly towards Paimon.

It's not that he doesn't want to help, Wutong won't allow it.

"Hmm... Well, okay, just listen to it in a few days. After all, the best always has to appear last. Paimon believes in you, you will definitely be chosen!" He was very generous, regardless of past grudges. The little elf took a bite of the delicious barbecue burrito, and began to eat with bulging cheeks.

Wutong stirred the batter in the mixing bowl: "Really, haha, then let me borrow Paimeng Jiyan."

After using up all the batter, Wutong started to prepare to eat, so the job of grilling meat was handed over to Kong. However, after eating a few pieces, he really felt choked, so he asked Paimon and Kong , do you want to drink the new formula?

"Actually, I can act like I heard it for the first time at that time." Kong came over and planned to help carry the cup. Seeing that it was not finished yet, he leaned close to Wutong and whispered in Wutong's ear, then inserted a piece of apple from the side and stuffed it into In the mouth.

Wutong rubbed his itchy ears and threw away a round orange next to him: "The famous honorary knight can go to the square to check it out."

"But the famous honorary knight can also choose to ask his traveling companion." Sora easily caught the flying orange and tossed it up and down in his hand.

In the eyes, the person with his hair tied down was lowering his head to stir the sweet water and ice cubes in the glass. After tasting the taste, his lips and glasses were sparkling. He stood up on tiptoe to pick up the fruit, and his exposed ankles and white waist were shining.

He seemed to understand why Wutong liked beautiful things, including people.

With a chuckle, he peeled the orange peel away. The sour and sweet taste was mixed together, and he picked up a piece and popped it into his mouth.

Are the poems you write, vivid, beautiful, and gentle, also beautiful, beautiful, and brilliant?

Did you know that I am the star of this year's Wind Flower Festival? You know what, I will read your poems in the crowd, you know what, I want to send out flowers.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t know. Do you want to know?

I can tell you.