Two hours later, with the help of the golden bear paw, Feng Yi successfully defeated the celestial beast, proving his strength!
The sky was getting late, so Feng Yi settled Gan Yu on the bed to rest and it was time to go back.
Yan Fei proactively stayed to take care of the exhausted Gan Yu.
As soon as Feng Yi stepped out of the Moonsea Pavilion’s gate, he encountered Shen He, who had been waiting for a long time.
Beside Shen He, there was also a cylindrical container, about one meter in height and radius.
Feng Yi had never seen the material used to construct the container; it was likely a specialty of the Teyvat continent.
It felt similar to oak wood, as Feng Yi remembered.
In Feng Yi’s memory, wine was usually stored in oak barrels because oak barrels could impart more complex aromas and flavors to the wine.
Oak barrels had fine pores that helped the wine breathe and evaporate, increasing its concentration and improving its flavor.
Feng Yi guessed that the same principle applied to fruit wine, which was similar to regular wine.
It seemed that Cloud Retainer had extensive knowledge in storing fruit wine.
Feng Yi put the wooden barrel into his Serenitea Pot and then strolled along the street with Shen He.
Passing by a clothing store, Feng Yi glanced at Shen He’s attire beside him and then decisively pulled her inside.
Shen He had given the upper garment she was wearing to Yuan Bao, and she was reluctant to wear the high-slit qipao he had given her.
Feng Yi felt the need to prepare a daily outfit for Shen He.
After all, wearing only a thin layer of black silk was hardly proper.
If someone were to see her by accident, it would be too much of a loss!
"Two esteemed guests, what type of attire are you looking for? Although our shop is small, we have a complete variety of goods, and you can find anything you desire..."
"Shopkeeper, recommend a set of daily wear for my friend here!"
Feng Yi briefly scanned the clothes displayed in the shop. To his surprise, a few of the designs caught his eye, even deserving the title of "trendy"!
"Oh, young lady, you have such a fine figure. These common items outside are not worthy of you. Please follow me to the inner room to see our shop’s prized possessions!"
The shopkeeper, though a little envious of Shen He's slender figure, did not let it hinder her enthusiastic service.
Shen He followed the shopkeeper into the inner room. Feng Yi did not go with them but instead approached a clothing rack and picked up a daringly designed *dudou*.
This *dudou* broke conventional restraints with its four-strap tie-up design.
Black silk ribbons passed from the front and were tied at the back of the neck and waist.
It looked like a butterfly with its wings spread...
Hmm... A good item! I'll buy it!
Then, he saw a backless sweater nearby.
Gan Yu’s black silk stockings were backless, so she should like this one.
Feng Yi planned to buy it as a gift for Gan Yu, thinking it would be interesting for her to wear it backward someday!
Holding two pieces of clothing, Feng Yi walked into the inner room with a sense of accomplishment.
At this moment, Shen He had already changed into the shop’s recommended treasured item.
It was an ice-blue, long-sleeved elaborate gown.
The light blue stripes, combined with her silver hair, perfectly accentuated Shen He’s cold and aloof demeanor.
She looked like the immortal Chang'e, who seemed to be above mortal affairs, descending to the mortal world, her every glance and smile absolutely stunning.
"Feng... Feng Yi, do I look good in this dress?"
A faint blush appeared on Shen He's face as she whispered softly.
Feng Yi: Ah Wei is dead!
Who could resist this?
A cold fairy showing shyness, both adorable and alluring.
Even Marshal Tian Peng must not have seen such a sight!
"I'll buy it!"
Without a second thought, Feng Yi pulled out a bag of Mora and placed it on the counter. Was there even any need to consider?
Outside the shop, Shen He smiled sweetly. Only Feng Yi's approval mattered to her more than anything else.
As they neared the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Feng Yi put Shen He back into the Serenitea Pot.
He searched for Hu Tao fruitlessly, but eventually found her in the kitchen.
Seeing Hu Tao cooking, Feng Yi's heart tightened, suddenly recalling the life-threatening medicinal cuisine from last time.
"Dada, dadada... Feng Yi, you're back?!"
Humming a little tune while busy chopping vegetables, Hu Tao suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and was delighted to see Feng Yi had returned.
But in the next moment, her joy turned to sorrow!
The knife cut her finger, and blood dripped onto the floor.
"Leave the cooking to me from now on. Does it hurt?"
Feng Yi quickly stepped forward, put Hu Tao's bleeding finger into his mouth, and disinfected it with his saliva.
"Hehe, it doesn't hurt at all. How can this trivial wound overcome me, the Director?"
Seeing Feng Yi's worried expression as he cared for her, Hu Tao felt warm inside.
With Feng Yi by her side, Hu Tao felt completely at ease; no one else could replace that feeling.
Her finger being held in Feng Yi's mouth, with close contact with his tongue, that warm and slippery sensation made Hu Tao feel excited.
"Mwah~ The bleeding has stopped! Be careful next time, uh... actually, let's not have a next time!"
Even when injured, Hu Tao was not still, moving her finger around in his mouth. Although it was tender and smooth to suck, what was the deal with poking his cheeks?
Feng Yi felt the taste of blood fade and immediately pulled Hu Tao's finger out of his mouth.
For safety's sake, he cautioned Hu Tao to stay away from the kitchen.
Safe in all senses of the word!
"I didn't do it on purpose! You gave the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor a large sum of Mora, and I just wanted to thank you. I learned a few tricks from Xiangling and wanted to make something for you to try..."
Hu Tao poked her finger and explained.
"There are other ways to thank me besides cooking. You could give me a back rub, couldn't you?"
Feng Yi smiled helplessly, not expecting this. Hu Tao had good intentions.
"I'll handle the cooking. What do you want to eat?"
Feng Yi picked up the cleaver and glanced at the ingredients on the cutting board: a black-backed perch that had been butchered, and a plate of wrapped dumplings.
If nothing unexpected happened, they would be boiled black-backed perch and crystal shrimp dumplings!
Cooking these two dishes wouldn't be difficult, and they would definitely be better than what Hu Tao made.
With Hu Tao's talent, it would be a waste if she didn't venture into the world of dark cuisine!
Hu Tao's answer was as Feng Yi had predicted. He made the two dishes and asked Hu Tao to eat them first.
Feng Yi himself used the remaining ingredients to cook a large pot of assorted soup.
Nothing else could be done; due to limited conditions, only a simple and filling stew was possible.
"Feng Yi, my hand is injured, so I can't hold chopsticks. Feed me, ah~"
A sly glint flashed in Hu Tao's eyes as she used this excuse to get Feng Yi to feed her.
Feng Yi: You didn't seem injured at all when you were poking my cheeks!
Looking at Hu Tao's open little mouth, waiting to be fed, Feng Yi took a bite. Hmm... quite sweet!
Feng Yi reluctantly put down the bowl of assorted soup and decided to feed Hu Tao first.
He picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling, put it into Hu Tao's open mouth, and then, while Hu Tao was chewing, he ate ravenously.
Finally, before Hu Tao could swallow the shrimp dumpling, he finished the entire pot of assorted soup.