A certain salary's infinite journey

Seeing that Ying was about to reveal Zhongli's true identity in the street, Qiyana hurriedly interrupted Ying's frank confession.

And when the other party looked at him with a puzzled face, he slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhong Li and introduced:

"This is Zhongli, and he is the guest minister of Xiangsheng Hall."

"What? Zhongli? Zhongli is..."

Because Ying had never heard anything about this rock god's recent situation before, Ying couldn't figure it out at all.

Why would Qiyana call the other party Zhongli.

But looking at Morax's attitude... it seems that this title is confirmed?

"That's right, my name is Zhongli, and I'm now a guest official in the Hall of Rebirth."

Zhong Li put down his teacup, folded his hands and slowly cast his eyes on Ying.

"And you? What should I call you, General? Or something else?"

"Just call me Ying."

"Shadow...Well, I thought that after the iteration, you would abandon the past as a shadow. But now it seems that you still have some memories of the past."

As Zhong Li spoke, he slowly looked at the hair ornament on Yingxiu's hair.

That special hair accessory, it stands to reason that only half of it is anyway.

Now, however, the hair accessory has become one.

Does this behavior indicate that she still has nostalgia for the past, or that after experiencing the pain of loss, this warrior has gained new growth.

How about becoming the brand new Thunder General?

"This...let the world judge."

Zhongli, who had already retired, did not spend too much energy on this matter.

He turned his head slowly, and looked at the white-haired girl who followed the shadow to this land.

"What should I call your Excellency? A traveler who does not belong to this world."

"Eh? Zhongli, you can tell at a glance that I don't belong to this world?"

"Hehe... This one, you are joking. The truth has already been revealed from your mouth, and I just revealed more."

Amid Qiyana's astonishment, Zhong Li continued to analyze.

"You call yourself a nameless traveler, but how can a person live without a name? But I know that you in this world...do not have a name that belongs to you."

No name attributed to me...

Meaning, does the fate of this world not record my name?

Qiyana thought for a while, and could only feel that Zhongli is worthy of being Zhongli, who obviously knows many... secrets that touch the fundamentals of the world.

"Yes, my name is Qiyana. Nice to meet you, Zhongli."

Kiyana did not pursue the so-called record.

She knew very well that with Zhongli's style, it was unnecessary or not in time.

It is absolutely impossible to tell everything.

"Qiana? Hmm... Do you want to eat something? Wanmintang has recently launched a few dishes, and I treat you."

After finally knowing the name of this person who was not recorded by fate, Zhong Li seemed relieved a lot, and generously expressed his intention to treat him.

However, because of his style is very clear.

So Qiyana can confidently ask back: "Zhong Li, have you brought any money?"

"..."

"So in the end, you still have to pay the bill?"

"In general reason, yes."

Well, that's right.

After all, gods always go out without money.

"Then try it, Shadow. Do you want to eat?"

Kiyana shook Ying's jade arm, although it was a question, it was a bit like a request.

Being so begged, Ying naturally didn't struggle too much, so he nodded slowly:

"Ah."

"Great! Well, that...Master Mao?"

After finally finalizing the meal, Qiyana waved to Master U who was still standing behind the counter.

The burly old master with a public face turned around impatiently.The old-fashioned autumn said:

"Why? I'm not a guy in this store."

"Hey, don't be so serious. I just want to ask Xiang Ling when she will come back."

"Oh? Xiangling, she..."

As soon as the words were finished, a girl in scantily dressed but not shy at all walked in with a slime in her arms.

"Eh? Is anyone looking for me? Zhongli, who are these two?"

Xiangling, who didn't know Qiyana and Ying, put down the slime who was bound by five flowers, and then looked at Zhongli with one hand on his hip and a smile on his face.

"They...are distinguished guests from afar. They came here because they heard that the chefs of Wanmintang are very skilled."

Zhongli introduced it casually, and then set his sights on the ice slime...

It has to be said that Xiangling, the chef of Wanmintang, can always surprise people.

Let's not talk about cooking, just talk about the attitude of ignoring the danger in order to collect ingredients.

I'm afraid it's enough to make most of Liyue's chefs feel ashamed.

The cold, does she really have no effect at all?

"Oops...Hands seem to be frozen, why is this ice slime so cold!"

Just as Zhongli was thinking, Xiangling suddenly wiped his hands in discomfort.

Hearing this, Master Mao, his father, hurriedly turned around and grabbed his daughter's frozen hand and shouted:

"You silly girl, how can ice slime not be iced! Hey, this hand is so frozen, don't cook these days. Rest in peace of mind."

"Eh? Don't!"

"Are you obedient?"

"I'm the chef of Wanmin Hall, so I have a reason to rest!"

"you!"

Just when the father and daughter were about to quarrel, Qiyana, who was on the side, realized that she couldn't let it go any longer, so she stepped forward.

"Ahem! Don't worry, I have a solution."

When Master Mao heard this, he immediately let go of Xiangling's frozen little hand, and looked at Qiyana with a puzzled expression on his face:

"What? You have a solution?"

"of course."

Kiyana smiled and beckoned to Xiangling, planning to help this girl who is obsessed with cooking...

Game between Yanlei and Abyss (Yuan Shen): No.17 This soup tastes good?

"Eh? Uh, hey hey... Did we know each other before? I think you are so kind."

Facing Qiyana's beckoning, Xiang Ling, who was warm to others, came up without thinking too much, and then stared at Kiyana's pretty face and asked this sentence.

She tried hard to remember whether she had seen Kiyana, but even if she wanted to break her head, she really couldn't figure it out.

Where did I see this white-haired girl.

If not, why would she take the initiative...

"Xiangling? Xiangling!"

"Eh? Call me?"

Hearing Qiyana's soft shout, Xiangling came back to her senses in an instant, and turned her gaze to the white-haired girl.

At this moment, the white-haired girl was holding two bandages of unknown material in her hand.

"Huh? Is there anything special about this bandage?"

Xiangling looked at her frostbitten hand, and felt that there was no trauma or bleeding.

Why did she bring out a roll of bandages?

Seeing Xiangling's confused expression, Qiyana smiled:

"This is called a multi-functional individual combat bandage, but it is a product of a cross-age era!"

"what?"

Hearing this, Xiang Ling was immediately stunned.

But she doesn't really need to know anything, she just needs to let Qiyana wrap the bandage obediently.

Immediately afterwards, something miraculous happened.

I saw a burst of green that represented vitality suddenly emerged from the bandage, and Xiangling, who was the person involved, felt instantly...

My hands don't hurt anymore!

"Wow, it's amazing, is this a magic trick?"

"Ah? Probably not, this is black technology."

"What is... black technology? Hehe, I feel like you know a lot."

Even though she didn't understand what the white-haired girl was talking about, Xiang Ling didn't care too much about it.

Anyway, she knew very well that her hand was healed with the help of the white-haired girl in front of her, and that was enough.

"Hee hee, thank you. My name is Xiangling, and I'm the chef of Wanmintang. How about you?"

Hearing Xiangling's question, Kiyana then replied:

"My name is Kiyana, an unknown traveler."

"Traveler? Are you the same as Traveler?"

"more or less."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Kiyana. Come to Wanmintang today, so you have to taste the craftsmanship of this master!"

Kiyana smiled, then returned to her seat, and watched the young chef together with Ying.

"Then it's better to be respectful than obedient. By the way, how many new dishes have you launched in Wanmintang recently?"

"Yeah, what? Do you want to try it? Hee hee, then just sit down. I'll cook for you now."

After Xiangling finished speaking, she raised her hand wrapped in a special bandage, and started busying herself in front of the boiler.

Master Mao came up to ask her if it was important, but she didn't respond, as if she was completely immersed in the world of cooking.

Kiyana, who was watching aside, couldn't help giving him a thumbs up.

Seeing this, Ying looked at Xiangling with a little curiosity:

"This chef... feels lively. Is it natural, or is it on purpose?"

"Eh? How could it be an act? Xiangling is like this."

"Really... It would be great if I had such a passionate chef under my account."

Ying said this with emotion, as if he felt disappointed that he didn't have such a good cook as Xiangling.

Seeing this, Qiyana had no choice but to say comfortingly:

"Don't be so disappointed, Xiangling... Although she is enthusiastic, sometimes..."