Mr. Zhongli, we can discuss the Mora matters later. I came to find you because I regretted missing breakfast tea with you and wanted to share some good things with you!
If Zhongli were to repay the Mora so quickly, how could Feng Yi leverage this favor to discuss Ganyu's contract with Zhongli later?
Therefore, Feng Yi hoped that Zhongli would owe more and more Mora.
So that's how it is!
Zhongli breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly realized that with his recent shiver, the ink had already seeped into the paper. It seemed his working hours would be extended.
Feng Yi took out a silver bear paw and placed it on the desk in front of Zhongli.
Feng Yi had already given away three such fist-sized bear paws, but this was only a small portion compared to the silver bear paw the size of Guoba.
As for the gifts other immortals had, how could Zhongli, the most important pillar of support in Feng Yi's eyes, be without one?
Even the bear paw given to Zhongli was slightly larger.
Mr. Feng Yi, you are too kind. I cannot accept such precious ingredients without merit. Please take it back, Mr. Feng Yi!
With Zhongli's sharp eyesight, he could instantly discern the value of this item. In all the years he had lived, he had never seen a silver bear paw with such abundant vital energy.
It seemed to be the paw of a young bear.
If cooked properly, it would make an exquisite mountain delicacy!
Mr. Zhongli, you misunderstand. This is merely sharing ingredients among friends. As a guest consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and Hu Tao's senior, I simply wish to get acquainted.
Feng Yi was forthright, his intentions laid bare. I just want to connect with you!
In that case, it would be impolite to refuse!
Zhongli met Feng Yi's sincere gaze. After observing him for a few days, he felt Feng Yi was worth befriending, especially with Hu Tao's connection.
Friendship also requires reciprocity, but I have no ingredients to share.
Zhongli pinched his brow and spoke, looking somewhat troubled. What kind of return gift would be equivalent?
How about this? I have a talisman here, sealed with one of my moves, capable of summoning falling stars. Would that serve as a return gift?
Zhongli placed his left hand behind his back and, with a casual gesture, conjured a talisman out of thin air, sealing a portion of his power within it.
Of course, that would be wonderful. Since you consider me a friend, Zhongli, whatever you give is a token of your regard. Even a feather would be treasured by me!
Feng Yi said with a smile, accepting the talisman. His words were pleasant, but his heart was already overjoyed.
This contained Zhongli's "Geo-Matching" move, perfect for self-defense.
Feng Yi himself hadn't expected such a great bonus. He had merely intended to connect with Zhongli.
What Feng Yi said is indeed true!
Zhongli listened with solemn respect. Feng Yi's displayed virtue was akin to the simple yet profound friendship of gentlemen, resonating deeply with him.
Zhongli's admiration for Feng Yi grew.
Their mutual address also implicitly dropped the "Mr." title, becoming less formal.
By the way, Zhongli, why are you still working so late?
Feng Yi carefully put away the talisman and then asked curiously. It was past midnight; could the work not wait until tomorrow?
Hu Tao is still young and has been unwell recently, recuperating. The workload of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor has fallen to me.
Zhongli sighed, not mentioning that he had spent the day listening to plays at the teahouse, enjoying the storyteller's praise of the Geo Archon's legendary deeds, and even tipping the storyteller with the little Mora he had.
As for work, it was always put off until night, forcing him into late-night sessions.
Then I won't disturb you further. Goodbye!
Feng Yi turned and left, thoughtfully closing the door.
As Feng Yi returned to his room, he paused by Hu Tao's chambers, hesitating whether to check on her, worried about disturbing her rest.
Feng Yi, is that you?
Hu Tao's voice suddenly came from inside. This little girl had stayed up so late!
Ahem, Miss, I am the butler.
Feng Yi coughed twice, mimicking the butler's voice.
This was because he suddenly remembered he had forgotten to buy Qingju today. The scent from Ganyu still lingered on him. If Hu Tao discovered it, he would be exposed, so he tried to deceive her by pretending to be the butler.
Hehe, Feng Yi, stop pretending! You don't sound like him at all. The butler's voice isn't like that! Come in quickly. I haven't seen you all day, and I miss you so much.
Hu Tao smiled smugly, her ears sharp enough to discern Feng Yi's disguise. However, the thought of him not seeking her out all day made her feel a bit wronged.
Alas~
Feng Yi sighed helplessly. Hearing Hu Tao's voice almost crack with tears, he couldn't refuse her invitation.
He had indeed been delayed too long today for experiments, but Feng Yi hadn't expected Hu Tao to wait up for him.
Feng Yi went to a jujube tree in the courtyard and dug out a few Qingju from the soil beneath it.
These were leftovers from last time. Hu Tao didn't want them, so he buried them. It was a bit wasteful, but it could serve as a backup plan.
He hadn't expected it to be useful today!
Fortunately, they hadn't rotted. Feng Yi picked out two of the better-looking Qingju and reburied the rest.
Feng Yi squeezed the juice from one Qingju to fumigate his clothes and mask any other scents. Then, holding the other peeled Qingju, he walked towards Hu Tao's room.
Want some Qingju? This one isn't very sour!
Feng Yi entered the room, lit the lantern, and then came to Hu Tao's bedside, asking.
You can't fool me! If you think it's delicious, then eat it all up!
A sly glint flickered in Hu Tao's eyes as she said with a giggle.
Ever since she'd bitten her teeth from sourness last time, she had sworn never to eat Qingju again.
Feng Yi, you scoundrel, don't try to trick me again.
Why haven't you taken your medicine today?
Feng Yi tossed the Qingju onto a nearby table, dropping the subject, only regretting that he hadn't managed to trick Hu Tao.
Then, Feng Yi noticed a bowl full of medicinal soup on the table and realized Hu Tao hadn't taken her medicine today.
The medicine is too bitter! If you don't come back to feed me, how can I drink it?
Hu Tao stuck out her tongue, her cheeks flushed, avoiding Feng Yi's gaze.
Fine! No medicine today! And no need for it in the future!
Feng Yi thought of the golden bell he had stored within the River God's divinity, sighing.
With the effect of the golden bell, Hu Tao's damaged soul could be quickly healed, freeing her from the ordeal of taking medicine.
What a waste of such expensive medicinal soup.
Feng Yi looked at the now cold medicinal soup, feeling a pang of regret. This was Mora, after all!