The Hall of All Peoples.
Looking at the menu in his hand, Chef Mao pursed his lips. After making sure that he had read it correctly, he leaned his head out to see who had ordered the dishes.
Xiangling, who had just finished cutting vegetables, was confused by her father's behavior: "Dad, what's wrong?"
Hearing his daughter's voice, Master Mao quickly pulled his head back, handed her the menu with a smile and said, "Xiangling, take a look at the dishes ordered by this table of guests."
After taking the menu, Xiangling blinked her eyes, opened her mouth slightly, and said in surprise, "Wow! These guests at this table are really knowledgeable.
Xian Tiao Qiang, golden shrimp balls, Wenxin tofu, year after year of abundance, jade assorted bag, golden crab, four-sided peace, three-thread buckle, squirrel fish, and Tianshu meat.
One, two, three... a total of ten dishes, each of which is top-quality, delicious and full of color, aroma and taste. "
After saying all this, Xiangling felt a little strange again and asked, "Although there are many dishes, there is nothing strange about them.
Dad, what's the problem?"
"I heard from a guest near the kitchen that the order was placed by two young people, who seemed to be tourists from Fontainebleau.
They are indeed very connoisseurs of good food, but they ordered ten dishes, so I wanted to go out and check, mainly because I was worried about the waste.
After all, young people nowadays don’t know how to save money.”
After hearing what her father said, Xiangling raised her hand and rubbed her head, then walked into the hall with the menu, intending to confirm it in person.
As Xiangling gradually approached the two young men who ordered the dishes, she began to look at their backs.
Judging from their attire, both of them were wearing Fontaine-style clothing. The only difference was the boy's hair, which was the unique black color of Liyue. Although it was a little long, it looked very capable.
The more she looked at the boy's back, the more she felt like she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't remember exactly when.
Xiangling could vaguely hear a few words of conversation between the two.
"We ordered so many dishes that look delicious just by the name. Can we finish them?"
"If you can't finish it, just pack it up for Master to take back. I believe Master hasn't eaten yet at this time."
"Well, you are so kind to the masters."
"I treat you better. After all, many of my first times were given to Fufu."
"Hey~ Don't be so disgusting, there are a lot of people watching us."
"How about we kiss?"
"don't want!"
The more Xiangling listened to the boy's voice, the more familiar it felt to her. It was such a familiar feeling.
Walking to the table, Xiangling poked her head out and asked, "Hello, two guests. Can you really finish the ten dishes you ordered? Won't it be wasted?"
After a pause of one second, Xiang Ling saw Mo Nanfeng's face completely and felt a little shocked for a moment.
"Mo, Mo, Brother Mo Nanfeng! Are you back to celebrate the Lantern Festival?"
When Mo Nanfeng heard Xiangling's voice, he wanted to be the first to say hello, but before he could open his mouth, he was attacked by the other party.
The last time someone called Mo Nanfeng brother in front of Fu Fu was Kamisato Ayaka and Naganohara Ayomiya.
To this day, Mo Nanfeng still remembers Fu Fu's sour look at that time, and the murderous words, Brother Mo Nanfeng~
He was so busy traveling back to Liyue to celebrate the holidays that he forgot that he has a lot of brothers and sisters in Liyue.
It's over! It's all over!
Obviously, Funina felt a little frustrated after hearing this title.
However, she quickly adjusted her mindset and said with a smile: "I met an acquaintance again~
May I have your name? "
When Mo Nanfeng heard Fu Fu's words, he instantly felt relieved.
The tone was normal, with a smile and narrowed eyes. It was Fu Fu's fault!
As for why Funina didn't feel anything strange, only she herself knew the answer.
Perhaps it was due to the real change in her identity. When she met Kamisato Ayaka and Naganohara Yoshinomiya, she had only obtained the certificate with Nanfeng and had not yet held the wedding.
For Funina, the trauma caused by the past five hundred years is definitely not so easy to repair. Moreover, for her, many things will definitely not work without a sense of ritual.
"Hello, my name is Xiangling, and I'm a chef at Wanmin Hall!" Xiangling is full of curiosity about this foreign girl brought back by Mo Nanfeng, wondering if she is as she guessed.
After all, it had been three years since Mo Nanfeng last returned to Liyue to celebrate the Lantern Festival. She had no idea what had happened in those three years.
Maybe this beautiful and lovely girl is his wife~
Standing up, Funina stretched out her right hand and said with a smile: "Hello, Xiangling, my name is Funina.
She is Mo Nanfeng's wife. "
The next second, Mo Nanfeng and Fu Ningna clearly saw Xiang Ling's pupils shrink rapidly, and they could see how shocked she was.
"Wife? Brother Mo Nanfeng, I haven't seen you for three years and you're already married!" Xiangling was also shocked in her tone.
She thought of her girlfriend, but she didn't expect that she would become her wife!
Nodding, Mo Nanfeng smiled and replied, "Yes! I have a small selfish motive for returning to Liyue this time, which is to hold a wedding here after the Lantern Festival."
"That's great, wait for me! I'll cook right away!"
After saying that, Xiangling quickly went into the kitchen and started cooking at a rapid pace.
Sitting back in the chair, Finina blinked her eyes, propped up one side of her face and said, "Another person calls you brother. It seems that you have many acquaintances in Liyue~"
Scratching his hair, Mo Nanfeng thought for a moment and replied, "It seems like there are indeed quite a few. When I was training in Liyue, most of the friends I met were a few years younger than me."
Hearing this, Fu Nina suddenly thought of something interesting, and hurriedly approached Mo Nanfeng and asked, "Is there anyone who has a grudge against you?"
"Ah? There's a grudge? How could there be a grudge? How old was I when I started practicing? Only a teenager." Mo Nanfeng didn't understand why Fu Fu suddenly asked such a question excitedly.
Leaning back, Funina puffed her lips and crossed her arms, and asked with a smile, "To put it another way, do you have any conflicts with me? Small conflicts."
Raising his hand to support his chin, Mo Nanfeng pondered for a while and thought of a girl who liked to dress up with cat ears and hair.
"There really is one."
As soon as these words came out, Funina's interest was completely aroused. She came back to Mo Nanfeng and asked quickly, "What little conflict? Did you peek at someone taking a bath?"
Frowning, Mo Nanfeng raised his hand and pinched Fu Fu's face, saying helplessly: "How is it possible? How could I peek at someone taking a bath!
I was very simple before, don’t you understand, Fufu?”
"That's right, when I fed you something, you blushed like crazy.
Hahaha! "
Seeing Fu Fu's gloating look, Mo Nanfeng grabbed her waist angrily and retorted viciously: "You're still laughing at me.
You were the same at that time, Fufu, your face also turned red when I fed you!"
With her big eyes wide open, Funina shook her head and said with a smile, "No, no, you must be lying.
How could I blush! You must have made that up! "
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