Chapter 43: Playing Monster Hunt with the Kids

Liyue Harbor, the second floor of a residential building purchased by Yiran.

A letter had already been opened and placed next to the tea table. Although it was not very early, Yiran still chose to make breakfast for himself and put it on the dining table.

It was just a simple serving of oil tea and a few buns for two people. He picked up the chopsticks, thought for a while, and called Fenric out.

Although the abyss monsters do not need to eat and can exist as long as they have energy, Fenrico, who has become a human, undoubtedly has different senses and food needs.

Even if this need can be suppressed by some means, Yiran still wants Fincher to feel more of the beauty of life and understand human beings better.

"Take a taste."

Yiran gave away a bowl of oil tea and handed over a pair of chopsticks.

The beast dog turned back into a human and took the chopsticks.

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Bai, I don't think I need to eat now."

"Try it, it should taste good."

Yiran didn't say much.

Fincher didn't refuse anymore. He had tasted human food before when he worked in the store. The taste was indeed a very novel and addictive experience.

It was as if all the instinctive desires were satisfied.

"It's delicious!" the young man exclaimed vaguely.

Yiran nodded. The buns were steamed with the dough he kneaded himself. They were fluffy and soft without collapsing, and tasted really good.

"By the way, I need to go to Wangshu Inn today. I'll leave the store's affairs to you."

The man looked at Finnelle:

"Of course, it doesn't matter if the store is closed. If you want, you can go out more and make some new friends."

Childe and Sora probably won't fight so soon, and Tartaglia probably won't come to Fenric for help during this period.

Last time, he threw someone directly not far from the camp where the Fatui were studying the Unrestricted Talisman in the wild. The other party should have felt a little bit of crisis.

Finn shook his head obediently: "Let's go there first. I still have some books in the store that I haven't finished reading yet."

...I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of Paimon, who was also a floating object, and I suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable relief and powerlessness as if the child was too sensible.

Really, now let alone humans, even monsters have started to roll up.

Well, isn't it a bad idea for him to hand over all the work to others and slack off himself?

Before Yiran could suppress his pitiful sense of guilt, there was a gentle knock on the door.

The food was almost finished, Yiran put down his chopsticks, tidied his manners and went to open the door.

"Hello, Mr. Ran! I brought a friend to visit you. Are you busy?"

Unexpectedly, Xiangling was standing outside the door holding a food box with a bright smile, and behind her were Xingqiu who was already bowing slightly and Chongyun who looked a little reserved.

Without asking whether he was busy or not, he just stepped aside to make way for the three little guests.

He smiled faintly: "It's Xiangling. It's rare to have so many guests. Please come in."

"Hey, Mr. Ran, long time no see."

She pointed at the elegant and serious young man in blue behind her and introduced him, "This is Xingqiu, the second young master of Feiyun Chamber of Commerce. I have heard about Mr. Ran's business talent for a long time. When I heard that I was coming to see you, I wanted to come and pay you a visit."

"This is Chongyun, a Taoist priest and my friend. I heard that Mr. Ran is very knowledgeable, so I wanted to ask him if he knew where to find any evil spirits."

Having said that, considering Chongyun's physique, it's okay for him to just come over to join in the fun because of herself and Xingqiu, Xiangling thought.

Xingqiu clasped his fists and bowed: "I have heard from my father that the president of Songlan Chamber of Commerce has a refined personality, outstanding abilities, and fair and strict business practices. I have admired him for a long time, so I wanted to come and pay him a visit."

Yiran returned the greeting: "Master Xingqiu, nice to meet you. Chongyun is also very happy to meet you."

He looked at Xiang Ling: "What about you, are you here to try your new dishes with me?"

Xiang Ling: "! Eh? Mr. Ran really does understand me!"

She held up the box in her hand: "It's Osmanthus wine-brewed slime! I recently heard about Xinyuexuan's new product, and my father also likes it! So I went to try it, and it's really unique.

So I also want to develop a brewed slime with a more popular flavor.

But... I feel that the brewed slime I tried to make still has a lot of room for improvement, so I plan to ask Mr. Ran for his opinion."

Suddenly, Xiangling's nose twitched slightly, as if she confirmed something:

"What a nice smell... Is it a steamed bun? Was Mr. Ran having breakfast just now?"

"Isn't it too late to order food at this time?"

"I was a little lazy this morning and got up a little late."

Yiran's tone was helpless, not at all like a serious adult, and he spoke casually to the three of them.

Xingqiu: "No, it's still morning now. It's okay to take a nap occasionally. There's no need to be tense all the time."

Chongyun immediately felt that the other party was friendly:

"Yes! It doesn't matter at all. I often sleep so hard in the morning that I can't get out of bed either."

Then, Xingqiu, who came to see him, kept nagging him for a long time, saying that a day's plan begins in the morning... double standards!

Xingqiu looked at Chongyun with a reproachful look in his eyes: What's wrong with being hypocritical towards your idol?

Xiangling waved her hands and added, "It doesn't matter. Just don't eat irregularly all the time. It might hurt your stomach, but it's okay occasionally."

Xingqiu: "We are the ones who need to consider these things. Would it be a bit of a bother to Mr. Ran if we come to his house now?"

It was the same before. Xingqiu noticed it when he entered the room. Mr. Ran did not say that he was not busy. Perhaps he just let everyone in out of courtesy because there were some unfamiliar guests who came unexpectedly.

Yiran paused, without disguising:

"Well, I just received a letter from Chef Yan Xiao and the boss of Wangshu Inn, saying that they hope I can come over when I'm not busy. It seems that they also want to consult me ​​on some details of the cooking."

"But it doesn't matter. There's no rush for this matter. We should entertain the three guests first."

"Um?!"

Someone actually got there first! Xiangling was also a little surprised.

She had also heard of the chef of Wangshu Inn. He was also very good at cooking and many diners who came to Liyue Harbor remembered him.

Xingqiu and Chongyun looked at each other.

Xingqiu thought for a moment:

"Well, I wonder if we are lucky enough to go with Mr. Ran to Wangshu Inn. This way, we won't interfere with Mr. Ran's business. His request is also related to the ingredients. I'm sure he is also curious about the improved cooking skills of the chef there."

Xiangling's eyes lit up: "Is it possible? Is it possible?"

Yiran raised his eyebrows and nodded: "I hope you don't mind the trouble."

Although he was about to set off, Yiran still planned to try the food that Xiangling had taken the trouble to prepare. After all, the longer food is kept, the more its taste will deteriorate.

At the table, Fincher saw the stranger and stood up.

"This is my friend, Finn, who is temporarily helping me run an antique shop on the corner," Yiran explained.

The boy nodded.

Yiran said, "If you want to visit me in the future, you can go to the store. If I'm not there, you can ask Fenli where I am. This way, you won't have to come to see me in vain."

Chongyun looked at the light gold with his pure blue eyes. He felt an indescribable restlessness and frowned silently.

In fact, it was the same for Fenric. Although the other party's pure yang body would not hurt him, nor would it make him think of running away, it did make him feel vaguely uncomfortable.

He took a step back imperceptibly and retracted his fingers.

Fortunately, after tasting Xiangling's osmanthus wine-brewed slime, Yiran seemed to notice the boy's subtle changes in expression.

Yiran expressed his feelings and asked:

"Xiangling, can Fenrir try this?"

"Of course, it would be better if there was one more person to taste the food."

The soft and glutinous grass slime balls with crushed peanuts had a great texture and temporarily overcame Finrich's mental discomfort. His originally indifferent expression towards strangers became much more lively.

He curled his lips slightly: "Thank you, I like it very much."

It is a great pleasure to have customers praise the taste of the food. Xiangling gestured excitedly:

"Great! I'm glad you like it. Next time I'll make an improved version of brewed slime according to Mr. Ran's suggestions and then come back to you to try it."

Yiran was also happy to see the child make a normal friend: "Then you are welcome to visit him more often in the store in the future."

Xingqiu noticed Chongyun's slightly puzzled expression, and thought silently without showing any expression.

Was it... an evil spirit? Or was it just an accident?

Hmm...interesting.

On the outskirts of Liyue, not far from Wangshu Inn, Yiran led the three little ones towards the huge ancient tree.

At least he had experience from another world. Along the way, Yiran shared a lot of his views on food and business with Xiangling and Xingqiu, and both of them benefited a lot.

But speaking of the evil spirits in Liyue, Yiran hadn't really encountered many. The monsters transformed from the remnants of the devil and the monsters from the abyss were not essentially the same creatures. He had indeed never come into contact with such existences.

But it's not completely without means.

He thought for a moment and asked Chongyun:

"If you really want to see evil spirits, I can use magic to gather some ghosts wandering in the wild for you, and then temporarily suppress your pure yang body, but the number of evil spirits cannot be guaranteed, which means that there may be a possibility of falling into danger."

Chongyun, who was feeling a little lost at first, suddenly raised his head, looked at Yiran, and said firmly:

"It is the duty of a Taoist priest to exorcise demons. If there is a way to make my sword-dancing skills truly useful and do something to protect Liyue, then Chongyun will be satisfied."

Xingqiu's steps were half a beat slower.

Although he is not happy to see his companions in danger, even if he were faced with a choice between destroying a large number of monsters and ensuring his own safety 100%, it is difficult for him to guarantee that he would not choose the "hero" in his heart.

Not to mention, killing demons and monsters is one of Chongyun's obsessions. For this, he is even willing to suppress his pure yang body, which is a gift to ordinary people, at any cost...

He sighed:

"At least we all have the Eye of God, which can protect us from some evil spirits. If we must fight, I will not back down."

Xiangling neither agreed nor disagreed, but just said lightly: "I wonder if demons can be eaten..."

Xingqiu and Chongyun both froze for a second.

Yiran smiled and said, "It is highly unlikely that they can be made into food. Even if they can be made into food, they are made of the resentment of the dead demons, and they carry countless pains and diseases. They are probably not good ingredients."

Xiangling then gave up with regret.

Even though she has always believed that there are only bad chefs in the world, not bad ingredients, she still temporarily gave up on this ingredient, which sounded like it had many side effects and was extremely risky to try.

"Then find an empty spot and prepare for battle. I will attract the monsters for you."

Although his expression was gentle, his eyes already had a dangerous look that came from not having fought and being suppressed for a long time.

If he continues to live in such comfort, he will almost forget whether he is a wolf or a sheep.