"Feng Yi: Da Da Ya, if you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!
Oh? Divination, Feng Yi, you're quite the hidden talent!
Yan Fei sneered, her hand already reaching for her scale, but remembering Feng Yi's brute strength displayed moments ago, she reluctantly let go.
Yan Fei, let me explain, it's not what you think
A single sentence from Tartaglia rendered Feng Yi's efforts useless, even thoughtfully increasing the difficulty for him.
Tartaglia, realizing his mistake belatedly, seemed to smell trouble. He was better at fighting than dealing with women.
Tartaglia: This is no place to linger!
That Feng Yi, I just remembered I have something to attend to, goodbye!
Forgetting his impending lunch, Tartaglia saw Feng Yi's furrowed brow and then glanced at Yan Fei's subtle, cold smile. It seemed a round of bickering was inevitable.
He detested such things; fighting was much more straightforward!
Tartaglia decided to apologize to Feng Yi next time!
Without a moment's hesitation, he vanished in the blink of an eye the moment he finished speaking.
Feng Yi: Caused trouble and then cleverly escaped! Da Da Ya, don't let me catch you!
Alright! I'm listening, go ahead.
Yan Fei suddenly stopped sneering, crossed her arms, and leaned against the wall, quietly waiting for Feng Yi's explanation, appearing to be no longer angry!
Feng Yi: If it weren't for the sharp coldness still in your eyes, I would have almost believed you!
Feng Yi knew that once something unpleasant happened, it was hard to clean up, even with the Yellow River.
So, he chose a drastic measure!
I, Feng Yi, swear upon the esteemed Geo Archon, Rex Lapis, that I have never used divination on you! If I have, I willingly accept the punishment of stone devouring!
Feng Yi took the oath with a steady face and a calm heart, as he didn't know divination anyway.
Swearing in the name of the Geo Archon was the only way to dispel Yan Fei's suspicion from its very root.
No need to be so serious, I was just joking!
Seeing Feng Yi's seriousness, Yan Fei's resentment dissolved. She believed he wouldn't joke about the Geo Archon.
Feng Yi: The look in your eyes just now, wanting to devour me, was no joke!
With the misunderstanding cleared, their conversation became more harmonious.
From Yan Fei's initial reserve to listening to Feng Yi boast about strange tales from other lands, her emerald green, watery eyes filled with joy and curiosity.
She never imagined the outside world could be so interesting!
Speaking of which, Sun Wukong was thrown into the alchemical furnace by the Grand Supreme Elder and refined with the Divine Fire of Liuding. Not only did it not kill him, but it forged him a pair of Fiery Eyes Golden Gaze, capable of discerning demons and monsters!
When Yan Fei asked Feng Yi about his interesting experiences traveling the continent of Teyvat, Feng Yi couldn't help but twitch his lips.
Good question! He wanted to know that too!
Feng Yi wanted to talk about Mondstadt's Windblume Festival, but since he hadn't experienced it firsthand, any forced boasting would be full of loopholes.
In the end, he pulled out the most familiar story from the depths of his memory!
Feng Yi told Yan Fei that this was an interesting story from his hometown.
To avoid trouble, he explained in advance that these were fictional characters and stories, and asked Yan Fei not to take them seriously.
Feng Yi originally just intended to stall for time and leave after eating.
To his surprise, Yan Fei, this little lass, was completely engrossed and pestered Feng Yi to continue, even neglecting the prepared meal.
To be continued in the next chapter!
Feng Yi rubbed his rumbling stomach and refused Yan Fei's impolite request to continue the story.
Although Yan Fei was as addicted to Journey to the West as he was when he was young, this couldn't stop him from eating!
Just one more! Just one, okay?!
Yan Fei, holding Feng Yi's arm, said coquettishly.
Having lived in Liyue for so long, she had never heard such an interesting story.
Being a lawyer was a dry profession, and interpreting laws meant a monotonous life. Although Yan Fei had tried to find other amusements to break the monotony,
all her attempts had failed in the end.
But today, the story Feng Yi was telling captivated her.
She firmly believed that even if she heard it repeatedly, she would still find new enjoyment in it!
Therefore, she didn't want Feng Yi to stop and wanted to keep listening.
Feng Yi: I don't believe you! You said the same thing at the end of the last story!
Yan Fei, the story is long, no need to rush. It's not too late to talk about it another day! Look at these delicious dishes, the result of Chef Mao's hard work. If we don't eat them soon, they'll get cold, wouldn't that be a waste of his effort!
Feng Yi: Believe me! The taste of this Squirrel Fish changes when it gets cold!
Feng Yi could understand Yan Fei's obsession with Journey to the West, he had experienced it too in his past life. But that couldn't be a reason for her to stop him from eating!
Is that so! Alright!
Yan Fei reluctantly released Feng Yi's arm, allowing him to eat.
She felt Feng Yi was right; the story was long and didn't need to be finished all at once.
Despite this, Yan Fei was absent-minded while eating, her mind unconsciously replaying what Feng Yi had just narrated.
Recalling it again, Yan Fei seemed to discover new points of interest, unconsciously displaying an excited smile, and even forgetting to pick up her chopsticks for the dishes in front of her.
Feng Yi: Don't rush, think more! All these dishes will be mine!
Little Brother Feng Yi's stories are much more interesting than those told by the tavern storytellers!
Chef Mao said, watching Feng Yi wolfing down his food.
He had also listened for a while after finishing his cooking and found it surprisingly interesting!
He hoped Feng Yi would visit Wanmin Restaurant often and tell new stories, which would attract more customers.
However, Chef Mao soon shook his head helplessly. Feng Yi was no ordinary person; treating him like a common storyteller was simply unrealistic!
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(This is Feng Yi's muffled sound while eating voraciously!)
It roughly meant, thank you for your compliment, but don't interrupt my meal!
Ah~ I'm finally full today! Wonderful!
Feng Yi, having finished three full sets of eighteen dishes, revealed a satisfied smile.
Huh!? Where are my dishes?!
Yan Fei snapped back to attention upon hearing Feng Yi's voice, only to find that the food on her plate had vanished, and the plate was licked cleaner than if it had been washed!
What happened in the brief moment of her daze?!
But never mind, it's just a few dishes. Compared to Feng Yi's stories, she didn't care at all.
Yan Fei: After Feng Yi finishes eating, can he tell more stories?
Yan Fei did a quick calculation: if it took Feng Yi an hour to tell one story, she could hear 12 stories a day!?
Feng Yi:
Even a donkey from a production team couldn't handle this job!"