Shen Qianluo regretted it.

He never imagined that Morax would cook so slowly.

It was so slow that he squatted from the afternoon to the evening, and then to late at night, while others were still preparing the dishes step by step in an orderly manner based on their feelings, and simmering them over low heat.

Although the food in the tribe is still hastily roasted and eaten nowadays, the things that Shen Qianluo can piece together to serve as seasoning are barely usable.

only……

Perhaps it is because of the responsible mentality that cooking should be done seriously. Those who are waiting for Morax to cook may starve to death before they can eat.

Look at his serious look, he is obviously relying on memory to throw vegetables into the pot randomly, without any rules, and pretends to be calm and reliable: "Cooking is a fun thing. You and I will wait here, don't leave."

"Well, you just simmer it here slowly, and I'll show you my skills."

Under the starry sky, Shen Qianluo, who had been holding back for a long time, finally rolled up his sleeves and became self-sufficient. His cooking skills were unexpectedly skillful, his knife skills were excellent, and his movements were as smooth as flowing water. Morax, who had just cut a few thick potatoes, was stunned for a moment.

"Don't underestimate me. I also visited famous chefs and asked them for advice on many dishes. I was in charge of cooking for a long time."

"Cook?"

Shen Qianluo always says things that slightly surprise Morax and refresh his understanding of him. Look at the young man in white, elegant and graceful, how could a noble family's son be associated with making fire and cooking?

"Can't you make the connection?" Shen Qianluo laughed, staring at the blazing flames, a rare hint of gentleness in his eyes.

"I have a younger brother who was probably used to being hungry when he was young. Once he got busy, he would forget about eating. Even though I caught him often and taught him a lesson, he never changed. So I visited several chefs, learned the cooking skills, and took charge of the family's meals."

"With my daily supervision, the little guy finally didn't dare to mess around with himself anymore. Before I said goodbye to him, I finally made him less skinny. Unfortunately..."

As he stared at the cold moonlight, worry flashed across his deep eyes. Shen Qianluo sighed softly and said no more.

How crazy would Shen Qianqiao be now when his life or death is uncertain and his whereabouts are unknown under the sword of heaven.

Both of them are by no means ordinary people. Although Shen Qianqiao is not good at fighting, he is extremely intelligent and has terrifying planning ability. When it comes to forcing himself to avenge his brother, he is probably no less crazy than him.

Morax looked at the boy, and on that pretty face that always had a faint smile on it, he saw the deeply suppressed worry and love of a brother.

He looked away slightly: "You left him. Is he still there now?"

"Maybe. He and I got separated in the war." Shen Qianluo lowered his eyes and responded vaguely.

"I never expected that you also have a brother side."

"There are so many things you never expected." Shen Qianluo finished his work with a faint smile, served the dishes, and swept away the depression in his words. His voice became lively again, "Well, you are the second person in the world to taste my cooking. How does it taste?"

Picking up the bowl and chopsticks, Morax tasted it carefully. It was indeed a very good craftsmanship. He couldn't help but eat more. "The moon is bright in the sky, and I have such delicious food and good friends to accompany me. I am honored."

Shen Qianluo couldn't help but laugh: "You should have been the one cooking tonight. It's been so long, are you ready to start cooking the slow-cooked food?"

"Well... from a general perspective, the current situation is..."

"You just can't cook, right?"

·

After everything was back on track, recently, Lord Morax, the King of Rocks, began to study the sundial, guiding his people step by step to learn how to master time.

The sundial, carved from a whole piece of Guibi, has overlapping patterns. It was decided to be placed in the center of Liyue's territory.

So Shen Qianluo was dragged to do the work (crossed out) and was invited to set the scene.

“Lord Xiao Wang!!” A soldier from the Qianyan Regiment rushed over to the man standing in the field, clenching his chin in thought, and said straight to the point, “The Demon God of Dust has called for an alliance!”

"Demon God of Dust?" Shen Qianluo pondered for a moment, "Oh, it's our neighbor. He was able to think of forming an alliance... In this land, he is quite advanced."

"Lord Prince Xiao, are you really going?" The soldier scratched his head, looking a little hesitant. "The Demon God of Dust just sent someone to deliver a message, inviting you and the Emperor to meet in the wilderness in the north, but the place was chosen by others, what if there is an ambush..."

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Shen Qianluo said in a gentle tone, "If I remember correctly, the Demon God of Dust once gave four warnings to the people, right?"

"Uh... maybe?" The soldier was dumbfounded when he touched upon his blind spot in knowledge. He then saw Shen Qianluo chuckle at him and leave gracefully.

"I know what happened. Tell someone to treat the messenger well. I will go and discuss this with Morax."

"Yes!"

"Its wisdom is like water, which benefits all things and serves as a mirror for self-reflection; its virtue is like a tree, which shades a room and gives life endlessly. Its muscles are strong and it moves at the right time; its will is united and unwavering."

Glancing at Morax who was looking down in deep thought, Shen Qianluo continued to eat the Explosive Flame Candy, waiting for his reply. "The philosophy of the Demon God of Dust is similar to that of Liyue. Morax, are you going to keep the appointment? We cannot rule out the possibility of an ambush."

During the governance of Liyue, he always gave his suggestions at the appropriate time, but never interfered with Morax's decisions.

After all, the leader now is no longer the former eldest son of heaven, Shen Qianluo, but the current Rock King Morax. In Liyue, he will always be one of the founders with a protective attitude, and not the only king.

"How can I not attend the invitation from the leader of a neighboring country?" Morax stood up during the conversation and cast his gaze towards the northern market. His posture had always been upright and gentle, but now he had the appearance of an emperor, but his words were confident and sharp.

"If the Demon God of Dust truly has evil intentions and has set up an ambush in the wilderness, then they are the ones we should be afraid of."

Shen Qianluo laughed and followed him jokingly: "This time it's really fierce."

"Those who sincerely invite but then betray their promises should be punished."

·

"Lord Chen Wang, are you really going to the appointment alone?"

Yuanye, on the other hand, was worried about the Demon God of Dust. "According to rumors, the Rock King over there is very powerful, and next to him is the Flute King who is famous for his amplification. Oh my, you really shouldn't be so impulsive. What if those two have any bad intentions..."

Even started to complain and feel regretful.

"Okay, okay, stop nagging me. I'll be careful."

With a helpless smile, she waved goodbye to the people who were worrying her like her adopted daughter. The petite girl stood in the field full of blooming glazed lilies with a happy and expectant mood, looking forward to the arrival of her future allies.

The soft gray-green hair swayed leisurely in the wind.

"I've heard that the people of Liyue live and work in peace and contentment. I guess those two adults are also very interesting people."

"Well... I must trick them into forming an alliance with me."

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