"You little rascal, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"
Grandma Ping shook her head, looked at Yan Fei with a smile, and said.
"Since you have feelings for that kid Jiang Mu, then go ahead and pursue him boldly."
"The most important thing in life is not to leave yourself with regrets."
Looking at Grandma Ping's kind face, Yan Fei felt a lump in her throat for some reason.
"However, you've always had your own ideas since you were little, so Grandma can't say much. But remember, Grandma will always be your strongest support..."
"Grandma!"
Unable to contain her surging emotions any longer, Yan Fei took a few steps forward and threw herself into Grandma Ping's arms.
"good……"
Grandma Ping gently stroked Yanfei's hair, smiling kindly...
………………
"Hey, Jiang Mu, what were you talking about with Grandma Ping just now?"
The three of them slowly walked out of Yujingtai. Paimeng looked at Jiang Mu and asked curiously.
"Yeah yeah……"
Upon hearing this, Ying was also curious and quickly pricked up her ears to listen.
"It's nothing, I just comforted Grandma Ping and she also asked me about Zhongli's current situation."
Jiang Mu was also a master liar, without blushing or skipping a beat.
"So that's how it is..."
Paimon nodded and then said.
"Then tell me, Grandma Ping just gave us the Cleansing Bell like that, isn't she worried that we won't return it?"
"What, doesn't Little Paimon intend to return the Cleansing Bell?"
Jiang Mu looked at Paimon and said with a smile.
"How is that possible!"
Paimon quickly waved his hand and said in a serious tone.
"Paimon isn't that greedy, Paimon is super—serious!"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Jiang Mu patted Paimon's little head with amusement, then said seriously.
"After seeing what's inside the pot, don't you doubt Grandma Ping's true identity?"
"Grandma Ping is clearly a celestial being!"
Paimon shrugged and said.
“That’s right, even Paimon knows.”
Ying nodded in agreement.
"Hey, what do you mean by that?!"
Paimon turned to look at Ying, and said with great dissatisfaction.
"hehe……"
Jiang Mu smiled and continued.
"Grandma Ping told me that if you really don't plan to return the Dust-Cleansing Bell, then she'll come over and have some tea with you..."
Upon hearing this, Ying and Paimon were immediately stunned.
Would you really believe it if a celestial being came to "have some tea"?
………………
Soon, Jiang Mu and the other two returned to the venue of the Sending-Off-Immortals Ceremony with the Cleansing Bell and handed it to Zhong Li, who was waiting there.
"Yes, the Dust-Cleansing Bell is well preserved. Let's also put away those perfume balms from before."
Zhongli took the dust-cleansing bell and nodded in satisfaction, then took out the perfume balm from before.
"By the way, Zhongli."
Looking at Zhongli, Paimon suddenly seemed to remember something and spoke up.
"Grandma Ping asked us to pass on a message to her."
"Oh? Please speak freely."
Zhongli looked at her, a hint of interest in his eyes.
"If you have time, you can come over for tea. I don't have much to offer, but I do have a teapot."
Mimicking Grandma Ping's tone, Paimeng spoke with remarkable accuracy.
"Ha ha……"
Zhongli smiled and said.
"That tone doesn't quite suit you, but her teapot is really nice; it's perfect for brewing tea..."
As he spoke, Zhongli's gaze gradually drifted into the distance. He turned to look into the distance and said...
"When the time is right, I will naturally bring good tea... to see her..."
………………
"So, what is the next step in preparing for the ceremony?"
Paimon asked curiously.
"Next item..."
Zhongli thought for a moment.
"Let's go buy a kite."
"Kite!"
Paimon's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.
"Is Zhongli taking us kite flying? Is this considered a break?"
Upon hearing this, even Zhong Li, who always had a poker face, couldn't help but laugh.
"Haha, of course not. Although kites are children's toys, they also have other symbolic meanings in formal occasions in Liyue."
"I'll explain, but before that, let's buy the kite first..."
"Hmm... okay, I'm really confused..."
Paimon scratched his head, looking puzzled.
………………
"I've been making kites in Liyue for over forty years, but the kite this gentleman ordered is rather unusual..."
The old woman selling kites looked at Zhongli, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.
"The old man has a good eye."
Zhongli gently cupped his hands in greeting and said.
"These kites are specially used in the ritual of inviting the immortals, representing the seven ruling powers of the mortal world."
"Hahaha...that's right."
The old woman smiled, nodded, and continued.
"For the pattern that symbolizes the wind god, I deliberately painted the colors 'freely' beyond the boundaries."
"Well……"
Jiang Mu suddenly remembered that he had seen netizens making parodies of him in his previous life.
The kite offered to the wind god was made into the shape of a bottle of Moutai liquor...
The kite offered to the Rock God was made in the shape of a facial mask...
The kite offered to Thor was made into the shape of a tricolor dumpling...
The kite offered to the grass god was covered with derivative problems...
Cough cough, that's so true...
Meanwhile, the old woman continued to slowly explain her design...
"As for the offering to the Rock God, it must be designed according to the 'contract' carefully. This pattern is very ancient; it can be found even in the Golden House..."
"Hmm..." Zhongli nodded slightly, expressing his approval.
"The lightning patterns on this kite... hmm, the sense of rotation is very well captured, just like the 'eternity' that Thor wanted."
"Paying homage to wisdom, the patterns of grass leaves and the rings of silver wood are cleverly integrated into the kite's frame, which is truly admirable..."
"The 'justice' is as balanced as water, the 'war' is as fierce as fire, and the Ice God's past... Hmm, the details are all very well done..."
"Hehehe..."
The mother-in-law smiled happily and said.
"It's a pleasure to occasionally hear a few words of praise from knowledgeable customers..."
After chatting for a few more minutes, Zhongli led the three away, leaving the old woman standing there smiling as she watched their retreating figures.
"What a fine young man! There aren't many young men like him these days..."
(The old woman's name was Ashanpo, and she sold toys on Chihuyan Street.)
After quickly finding enough people, the group returned and met with D'Artagnan.
"We've finished our business. Now it's your turn to settle the payment."
Paimon shrugged at D'Artagnan and said smugly.
D'Artagnan: So I was just an ATM, huh...?
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