The immortal body is called Teevat

The dark blue-haired woman who was secretly observing Wu Cheng seemed to have finished writing the report on Wu Cheng. Seeing that Wu Cheng was eating heartily, she thought there was no need for her to observe him now, so she took her new intelligence to share and report to his colleagues and superiors.

When the dark blue-haired woman left, Zhongli immediately looked towards the place where the woman left. After all, the demons who dared to spy on him in the war between demons never had a good end.

The expression on Zhongli's face was at least three pixels more solemn, and the concentration of the rock element in his hand continued to increase exponentially, as if he was about to make a move.

Finally, Zhongli suddenly realized that the war had ended long ago, and most of the old friends and enemies had turned to dust.

Zhongli sensed that the person who came was not the remnant of the demon with the aura of the demon, but just an ordinary person with elemental power who wanted to observe Wucheng.

So Zhongli dispersed the exaggerated rock elemental power in his hand, changed the position of his hands and continued to wait for the food to be served, no longer paying attention to the direction the woman left.

After all, he is now traveling in the world as Zhongli, a guest official of the Wangsheng Hall. Some things are beyond the reach of this identity. He just needs to ignore them. After all, Liyue also needs to grow, doesn't it?

Wu Cheng didn't know that he had been followed secretly, and he didn't know that Morax, who was sitting opposite him, had gathered terrible power.

Now he was more interested in the food in front of him. He looked at the pot of appetizing Wanmintang boiled fish and couldn't help but smell the aroma it exuded and the red oil that could arouse one's appetite at a glance.

Wu Cheng couldn't help but feel hungry and wanted to try it, so he quickly picked up the dishes from the Wanmintang boiled fish with chopsticks and began to taste them bite by bite.

The most worthwhile thing is that the fish meat is made from fresh blackback sea bass slices caught that day. It tastes very delicious and the fish bones are removed very cleanly, so you don't have to worry about fish bones getting stuck in your throat when you are eating.

Moreover, the fishy smell of the fish meat itself is completely covered up when these tender fish fillets are soaked in boiling hot chili oil, leaving only the unique freshness of the fish brought out by the chili and the slightly charred, crispy and chewy texture of the fish fillets.

After tasting the deliciousness of the fish and swallowing it, the slight spiciness will make your mouth warm, but it is not the kind of spiciness that makes people extremely uncomfortable. It just makes your cheeks start to sweat, and your whole body feels extremely relaxed.

Although the other side dishes are not as amazing as the fish, they have a unique flavor when eaten together with the fish. Due to the effect of the glass bag, although it tastes quite spicy in the mouth, it does not feel burning in the stomach, making people want to eat another bite after the previous one.

Wu Cheng couldn't help but sigh at the deliciousness of the boiled fish at Wanmintang. It was so delicious that he even forgot that the person sitting opposite him was Emperor Yanwang, and he ate with relish, unable to stop eating at all.

Morax, who was standing next to him, remained calm and composed when he saw Wu Cheng eating like crazy, as if Wu Cheng, who was wolfing down the food in front of him, had nothing to do with him. He was still waiting for his own dish.

Only after Wu Cheng had scooped out the entire pot of Wanmintang boiled fish, leaving only some Jueyun pepper pieces, did the pickled pork with preserved vegetables ordered by Zhongli come up to him.

After Master Mao carefully opened the lid, an extremely delicious smell wafted around. Wu Cheng, who had just finished a large bowl of boiled fish, also felt a little greedy.

In the end, Master Mao had other business to attend to, so he simply said goodbye to Zhongli and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

Compared with the Wanmintang boiled fish that Wu Cheng eats, which is heavy in oil and spicy, this dish uses fresh bamboo shoots from the Qingce Village bamboo forest as the base. If the bamboo shoots are not fresh enough, then when stewing, the bamboo shoots will no longer have fresh flavor, but a strange earthy smell that makes the whole dish less appetizing.

Fresh ham pickled that year is lightly sliced ​​into thin slices as the base of the broth, and then some other fresh ingredients are used to slowly simmer it, and the whole dish can only be simmered over a slow fire.

If the temperature is too high, it will destroy the structure of the ingredients and cause the umami flavor to be lost quickly. The soup base will become bland and tasteless, and taste like chicken ribs.

It can be said that this dish is a result of patience and time. If it takes less than a minute, the flavor will not be able to penetrate into the soup and become one with it.

Not to mention that sometimes Zhongli would even go into the kitchen to make the stew himself just to satisfy his appetite, which shows that Zhongli's love for this dish is extraordinary.

Zhongli picked up the spoon and gently scooped up a mouthful of the light soup. After blowing on it a few times to let it cool down, he put it into his mouth, closed his eyes and slowly savored the delicious flavor. An expression of enjoyment appeared on his face.

Wu Cheng couldn't help but sigh when he saw Zhongli eating so elegantly: "The Rock Prince is indeed the Rock Prince. He is really good at eating and having fun. He is so elegant. It's just that as the Rock Prince, he doesn't have Mora in his pocket."

Although Wu Cheng had finished his own pot of Wanmintang boiled fish, he did not seem to be in a hurry to leave Wanmintang. He still stayed where he was and watched Zhongli slowly sip the broth of pickled pork with preserved vegetables.

The reason was that Zhongli had just told him to stay and talk to him about something, so how could Wu Cheng just leave after finishing his meal?

Wu Cheng felt that if he just left like this, at best he would lose an opportunity, and at worst he would anger the Rock King and reward him with a huge rock spear.

After all, the demon remnants left in his body were not like a good identity. Wu Cheng thought that his strength was not yet strong enough to reject Morax's arrangement, so he decided to listen to Morax's arrangement.

So after Wu Cheng finished eating the boiled fish at Wanmintang, he quietly watched Zhongli slowly savor his delicious pickled pork with preserved vegetables. He didn't dare to let Morax eat quickly, so he could only wait helplessly for Zhongli to finish tasting and then go and talk to him.

Zhongli chewed the last bamboo shoot in the small jar and swallowed it. Then he looked at Wu Cheng who had not left yet and said to him: "Today's food is very delicious. My friend... do you... have any money with you?"

Wu Cheng didn't expect that Zhong Li's first question after the meal was to ask him if he had brought any money. Apparently, the dear old man Zhong wanted him to pay the bill for Wanmin Hall, but this was a blessing rather than a curse for Wu Cheng.

If Zhongli asked him to pay, then it meant that the chances of Zhongli wanting to kill him were very small. Wu Cheng finally felt relieved.

After all, Childe is the best example of this, because the bill he had bought for Morax a long time ago has become Zhongli's exclusive wallet, and he is still alive and well as an executive of the Fatui in Liyue.

Wu Cheng clearly remembered that Zhongli had asked Wanmin Hall to send the bill to Changsheng Hall. Wu Cheng believed that this was not an unintentional remark by Zhongli, but an intentional one to let Wu Cheng pay the bill.

Then Wu Cheng could only take out the Mora from his pocket and buy a big order for Mr. Zhong. He could only say that this order was worth it! (Echo)

Although Wu Cheng was somewhat reluctant to pay for Morax, he still said to Zhongli with a smile: "Of course, Mr. Zhongli, I brought Morax with me. We are so destined to be together. How about I pay for the meal this time?"

After hearing Wu Cheng's speech, Zhongli remained calm and said a few words slowly: "Since you are so polite, I will not let you down. This is very good."

After Zhongli finished his food, most of the people at the table had left. Since there were no new orders, Chef Mao finally didn't have to stir fry frantically.

I can sit on my own small bench and rest for a while. I wipe the sweat that keeps flowing down with the towel on my shoulders and drink a cup of slightly warm strong tea to get rid of today's fatigue.

Zhongli greeted Master Mao calmly in a deep voice. When Master Mao heard Zhongli's words, he ran to Zhongli's table in panic. After all, when Mr. Zhongli greeted him, he mostly wanted to point out the shortcomings of the dish or how to improve it.

And after Chef Mao followed Zhongli's method, the dishes indeed became more delicious. This is an invaluable experience for a chef. How could he not listen?

When Chef Mao arrived, he said to Zhongli enthusiastically, "Mr. Zhongli, is there anything wrong with the dish you ate today? I will definitely improve it next time."

Zhongli waved his hand slightly and said to Master Mao, "Master Mao, if the preserved pork with preserved vegetables is stewed for five more minutes, the sweet taste will be even better. In my opinion, the other aspects are impeccable."

"But according to common sense, this is not something I want to explain to you in detail. I am not trying to give you culinary advice."

Master Mao was aroused by Zhongli's riddle and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Zhongli, why did you call me over? Do you want to order another one? If you want to make another one, I guess it will take until very late."

Then Zhongli brought up the topic and said to Master Mao: "I met this young man today and we had a very pleasant conversation. Just now, he also said that he would pay for me this time. I came to inform Master Mao of this."

Then Master Mao turned to Wu Cheng beside him and asked, "Is that so? I see you two have both finished eating, why don't you pay together?"

Wu Cheng nodded with a professional fake smile on his face: "Of course, Master Mao, Mr. Zhongli and I hit it off right away, so it would be more appropriate for me to pay for the meal this time."

Then Wu Cheng took the bill given to him by Master Mao, glanced at it for a few seconds, and with tears in his eyes, he took out a full 20 Mora and paid it to Master Mao to buy the bill.

The price of pickled pork with preserved vegetables should not be so expensive, but Zhongli pays attention to the authenticity and freshness of his food, so the price is naturally not low.

The cost of freshly dug bamboo shoots, spring water from Qingce Village, and other fresh products is increasing. In fact, 20 Mora is considered to be too little for Master Mao. If these are eaten at Xinyuexuan or Liuli Pavilion, they may be doubled.

His own Wanmintang boiled fish only sold for 5,000 Mora, but Zhongli spent nearly two weeks' expenses on this simple meal. It can only be said that he is worthy of being Zhongli.

At this time, Wu Cheng couldn't help but have a new understanding of the vegetable prices in Liyue. The cheap ones are really cheap, while the expensive ones are daunting just by looking at the prices.

After Wu Cheng paid the bill for dear Mr. Zhongli, Zhongli stood up from the bamboo chair and said to Wu Cheng, "Let's go. It's getting late. Just follow me."

Wu Cheng naturally obeyed Zhongli's words, stood up respectfully, cleaned his mouth which was stained with red oil, and walked behind Zhongli.

Master Mao couldn't help but feel strange when he saw Zhongli and Wu Cheng leaving. After all, it was a very strange combination for a mature man to have a follower who was only the height of a child.

For Master Mao himself, this is not a big deal. He knows that his busy day is over and it is time to have a good rest. He will have to continue working hard in the job he loves tomorrow.

At this time, Master Mao saw Xiao Xiangling sleeping soundly on the pile of ingredients. The girl couldn't wait to fall asleep because Master Mao took too long to cook. After all, children of this age are energetic but they also go to bed early.

Xiangling's mouth was drooling and her hands were trying to grab something, as if to prove that she had dreamed of something delicious. Master Mao looked at his little girl and couldn't help but feel a little concerned for her.

Master Mao would never let Xiangling sleep here. After all, Xiangling is still young. If she keeps sleeping here, she will easily develop a chronic illness. This is not acceptable.

So Master Mao gently picked up Xiangling with both hands and put her back to her own room. Master Mao covered her with the quilt and quietly closed the door. Then he went back to his room and fell asleep. After all, cooking is a very physical job as everyone knows.

Wu Cheng just kept walking behind Zhongli, and Zhongli just kept silent, just like taking a walk to digest food after a meal, until Wu Cheng and Zhongli came to a deserted alley.

Zhongli used his eyes to look around and found that there were no suspicious people lurking around. At this moment, Zhongli stopped moving.

He slowly turned around, stretched out his right hand to Wu Cheng and said to him: "Hold my hand tightly. Take a deep breath."

Wu Cheng had seen Xiao's teleportation ability before, so when Zhongli invited him to shake hands, Wu Cheng decisively put his hand on his.

Then suddenly, the scene in front of Wu Cheng's eyes became very blurry. When he could see clearly again, he found that the scenery of Liyue Harbor had disappeared in front of him, and now all he could see were the rising and falling mountains and trees.

At this moment, he seemed to be on the top of some mountain, feeling the cold wind on the top of the mountain with Zhongli, and he couldn't help feeling a little cold.