Genshin Impact: Funina's Official Pastry Chef

Following Kesha's footsteps, Chang Ming and others came to the door of a rather unique cottage.

She looked at Chang Ming behind her, nodded slightly, and then knocked on Mamehe's door.

"Mamehe? I'm Kesha. Are you home? Mr. Chang Ming is here with some guests from outside to see you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally quiet room was suddenly filled with the sound of hurried footsteps and something falling to the ground.

"What? Mr. Chang Ming is here?"

A small head wearing a painter's hat poked out from the crack in the door, as if somewhat surprised by what was happening in the outside world.

Through the slightly opened crack in the door, Chang Ming could even see the paint stains on the floor of the cabin and the flying...stool.

"Are you a little too excited to hear that I'm here?"

Chang Ming thought with some uncertainty.

This is not a kind of narcissism. After all, Meilushin's attitude towards him is very enthusiastic, which is an indisputable fact.

"Hello, Miss Mamehe, Mr. Jacob behind me wants to buy the painting you have, are you willing?"

Chang Ming waved at Mamehe, as if to say hello, but also as if to attract her attention.

"Ah! Mr. Chang Ming!"

She immediately walked out of the room with a slightly excited expression on her face.

Mamehe also set her sights on Jacob standing aside.

She tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then shook her head gently.

"I don't have any particularly good paintings on hand right now. The only one I had was stained this morning when I was hiding from weirdos..."

Mamehe lowered her head, seeming a little discouraged.

Chang Ming glanced at Jacob calmly, and he scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

The answer is obvious. The three idiots from the Gilded Brigade initially wanted to rob Mamehe's paintings and embezzle the Mora used to purchase them, but Mamehe managed to evade them.

"I don't know whether to say that the Gilded Brigade is a bunch of rubbish or that Mirusin's ability to hide is just too strong..."

The corners of Ying's mouth twitched slightly, as if she was a little at a loss about the current situation.

Mamehe thought for a while, then raised his head slightly, looked at Chang Ming's face seriously and said:

"If Mr. Chang Ming needs it, I can prepare the painting now, but I may need to collect some paint..."

Hearing this, Chang Ming nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at Jacob beside him, as if asking what he meant.

Although he knew everything, he couldn't be so anxious to reveal his purpose before Jacob showed his hand.

If you want to maximize your benefits, you have to be patient, just like a hunter catching prey, waiting for the prey to fall into the trap that has been set.

"I'm fine with either. I heard that paintings by Meilushin have many...special features, so I want to collect some."

Jacob nodded quickly in response.

Mamehe tilted his head, thought for a while and then said:

"Okay, but I'm out of paint now, and I need to get some more..."

Before Mamehe could finish her words, a complex mechanical sound mixed with the sound of electric current came from the side.

"Welcome home, young lady. You are as gentle, lovely and radiant as always today."

"Woo! The robot dog is talking!"

An indescribable look appeared on Paimon's face, as if he had seen a ghost.

Plus, she really couldn't get a word in about the previous topic, and she felt really uncomfortable.

"Yes! This is Seymour, my family."

Mamehe ran briskly to Seymour's side and introduced this...almost broken mechanical dog to everyone.

"I see. Your judgment is remarkably astute, young lady."

“Eh? Is this conversation…?”

Paimeng looked at Ying beside him with some confusion, as if he had some implication for this.

Ying pursed her lips and said to Mamehe earnestly:

"Mamehe, you see, Seymour's words are a little... strange. Should we send him for repair?"

"Hmm? Is that so?"

Mamehe didn't seem to have any idea about this, but she looked Seymour up and down in front of her, and then said as if recalling a memory:

"I met Seymour when I was looking for paint nearby. At that time, he was lying in a pile of garbage, all alone and pitiful."

"Then I struck up a conversation with him and we became friends, and I brought him back home so he had a home and I had a very reliable friend!"

"He listens to me and comments on my paintings~"

At this point, Mamehe's expression became visibly happy.

After all, the base number of the Meilushin group is there, and their understanding of aesthetics is slightly insufficient.

Even Sedna, who has been with Chang Ming for many years, may not have a strong ability to appreciate art, let alone other Melusin.

Looking at it this way...it's understandable that Mamehe is happy.

Chang Ming thought for a moment and then said:

"Mamehe, do you want Seymour to spend as much time with you as possible?"

"Hmm? Of course I do!"

"Well...I might have to take Seymour away for a little while, bring him to a friend I know to fix him up a bit, and then bring him back, how about that?"

"Huh? Really?! Thank you, Mr. Chang Ming!"

As Mamehe spoke, she rushed to Chang Ming and hugged him with open arms.

Looking at the scene in front of her, a smile appeared on Ying's face, but she soon realized another problem.

What about Jacob's paintings? Do we have to split up into two groups again?

But then again, it is actually most appropriate to split the troops into two groups. After all, this commission is for them, not for Chang Ming.

It's a favor for him to come and help find things, and it's his duty if he doesn't help, so...she doesn't care.

As if he had sensed what Ying was thinking, Chang Ming smiled gently, then turned to look at Jacob and said:

"I may need to contact someone regarding Seymour's matter. For now, let's resolve Mr. Jacob's issue and then discuss other matters."

A meaningful smile appeared on Chang Ming's face, and a gleam of light flashed in his sea-blue eyes, just like a shrewd hunter.

People like Jacob are like a wild horse. If you tame it well, it can become a thousand-mile horse. If you tame it poorly, it can become a poor horse.

But here in Chang Ming, he has only two choices.

——Either it is a good horse or it is a dead horse.