Three bowls but not Hong Kong

This is the most prosperous maritime trade center in Teyvat, Liyue Port.

Compared to Mondstadt, the free country next door, it is full of noisy fireworks, and the contract rules set by the Rock King affect everyone in Liyue.

As the largest maritime trade center in Teyvat, Liyue Port has too many mysteries and legends on this continent.

More than 3,000 years have passed since the Rock King Emperor Morax founded Liyue. Today, Liyue is no longer the chaos it once was. Under the guidance of the Rock King Emperor and under the protection of Yaksha and immortals, the city is heading towards prosperity.

go.

In the afternoon, Zhongli, the incarnation of Emperor Yanwang, listened to a play at Heyu Tea House.

Boss Yun, the leader of Yunhan Society, is an excellent singer. It is really a great place to go and watch a performance in your spare time.

After listening to the play, he went to the flower and bird market and picked out a lively thrush. With his good reputation and knowledge, the owner of the bird market wanted to make friends, so he gave the thrush to Zhongli, saving the money that Emperor Yan could not afford.

The embarrassment of money.

Zhongli was walking on the street carrying the birdcage, listening to the hawking and shouting around him, and the thrush singing softly in the cage. He felt so happy to feel the human fireworks created by himself.

Different from the wind god in Mondstadt, if the wind god Barbatos fishes secretly and cannot be seen when something goes wrong, then Zhongli, the incarnation of the Rock King Morax, walks around openly and enjoys himself with the people.

Beautiful saying: private visit incognito.

Over thousands of years, he has had too many incarnations. Maybe the old woman sunbathing on the roadside is the emperor, or maybe the boy watching the wind at the pier is the emperor, and there are more...

With so many incarnations, Zhongli's identity is definitely the one he is most satisfied with.

But if you think Zhongli is happy fishing like this, then you are wrong, because you can’t imagine Zhongli’s happiness...

In fact, Mr. Zhongli’s day is also very busy;

When you get up early, should you go to the Liulic Pavilion for dinner, or the Crescent Pavilion? Or the Wanmin Hall? Just thinking about this kind of thing made the old man hesitate for a long time.

Liuliting's "Licai" specializes in mountain delicacies, while Xinyuexuan pioneered "Licai" and specializes in seafood. Of course, you don't need to have such a good breakfast.

Then you can only choose Wanmin Hall.

The end result is that Zhongli often has no choice but to go hungry because he doesn't have enough mola.

After breakfast, go to the dock or the top of Tianheng Mountain to overlook this prosperous port city. You will be filled with emotions. Then, if you have money, you will go out to eat, or eat from acquaintances, or else you will go hungry...

got used to.

I can't take any time off in the afternoon.

"Are you going to listen to a play or visit the bird market?"

He ultimately planned to have both.

Mr. Zhongli is always looking for ways to pass the time.

Don't think that these things are not busy at all, because he has repeated each thing countless times in these thousands of years, and he is looking forward to when someone will appear to disrupt this routine life.

"Your work has been completed, now go and rest."

Passing by the dock, Zhongli accidentally heard this sentence.

I saw a businessman in the distance saying this to his subordinates.

Zhongli fell into deep thought for a long time.

"Guyoyo!"

The crisp cry of the thrush in the birdcage woke Zhongli from his deep thoughts.

Zhongli came back to his senses and saw that the bird's food and water dishes in the birdcage had been knocked over, and its bright feathers were looking a little messy. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Even if you have no worries about food and drink, you still don't want to settle down..."

Zhongli opened the birdcage, and the thrush in the cage couldn't wait to get out, fluttering its wings and flying away.

When the thrush flew over the Drum Tower, a net bag suddenly appeared on the plank road. Several children grabbed the thrush inside and ran away happily.

Zhongli witnessed this process, shook his head and chuckled.

"You are out of shelter, but are you really prepared to deal with the danger?"

"We still need to think about it in the long term."

He put away the birdcage and walked up the steps with his hands behind his back.

"I heard that there is a new storyteller here. Why don't you go and listen to it?"

Thinking like this, he finally found the place where he would spend his time this afternoon, and walked slowly towards "Three bowls of food but no port".

"Three bowls of tea are not enough for Hong Kong" is a long-established tea garden in Liyue. Unlike Heyu Tea House, which specializes in stories about the love and hatred of knights and knights, what is told here is more about old jokes from the past, most of which come from stories in history books, so it is related to

Compared with the Heyu Tea House, which is open to youth groups, most of the people sitting in the "Three Bowls of Water" listening to books are old guys.

Most young people in Liyue go to Heyu Teahouse. In addition to storytelling, the famous opera troupe Yunhanshe also performs there, which also attracts a lot of people. On weekdays, as long as a sign is posted to tell when the opera will be opened, then

It will definitely be overcrowded and it will be difficult to get a ticket.

As usual, Zhongli would still go there to listen to the opera in the evening, but he heard that a new storyteller had come to "Three Bowls of Water" to talk about the emperor's books, so he came to join in the fun today.

Arriving at "Three bowls of food but no more than Hong Kong", Zhongli felt a little surprised that there were a lot of people.

He was not in a hurry to take a seat, he first listened to a section from a distance.

On the stage, a middle-aged man in a coat was eloquent.

The seats in the teahouse are all placed outside the street door, and the shouts of passers-by and the surrounding shops and vendors can be heard constantly. The storyteller shakes the folding fan, has a deep voice, speaks sincerely, and hears every word without corruption at all, even if he stands at the end

The audience felt as clear as if they were in front of the stage, which shows that the storyteller is very skilled.

"Sooner than later, there was a roar and the ground split into two in an instant! The people on top couldn't stand at all. The leading miner looked down! Hey, what do you think?"

The middle-aged storyteller paused deliberately, flicked his folding fan, and a sentence break aroused the hearts of the people below.

"What's wrong?"

"Hey, Tian Tiezui is so bad! If you dare to say that you will decompose it next time, I will fly up with a teapot!"

"Speak quickly! What did you see?"

People in the audience were shouting.

Zhongli nodded secretly, touched his chin and felt that the story sounded familiar, so he bypassed the people on the periphery, found an empty seat near the front, sat down, ordered a pot of tea, and listened carefully.

"This man's storytelling skills are quite good. Please sit down and listen quietly."

Tian Tiezui was very satisfied with the reaction from the audience. When he saw an extraordinary and majestic person sitting down, he felt even more at ease. He was fully aware of the audience's reaction.

Snapped!

He closed his folding fan, squinted his eyes, and read as if he were the person in the book, and said with emotion: "The miner looked down, and his face turned pale with fright!

I saw a pair of eyes as big as lanterns under the dark crack, looking at the person above with a red light! The coldness and hatred in those eyes seemed to be able to directly take away a person's soul!"

The people in the audience were in awe in unison and exclaimed: "Hey! What kind of monster is that with eyes the size of lanterns?"

"That has to be as big as a house! It's so scary!"

Zhongli closed his eyes and listened for a while, feeling more and more that the story this man told seemed familiar. He put his hand on his knee and tapped his fingers. After a while, he finally remembered what story Tian Tiezui was telling.

While listening to the book, he only heard the sound of the bench moving next to him. Zhongli looked around and saw a little boy in his teenage years setting up a chair and sitting next to him, very cautiously.

This is a rare visitor. When did children become interested in this old story?

The little boy was wearing neat and clean clothes, with a cloth bag slung across his body. It was so bulging that I didn’t know what it contained. The fabric of the clothes was still high-quality, but the style of the clothes was a bit poor. He was very similar to those old men who listen to books.

, sitting on the chair looks a bit old-fashioned.

It cannot be said that Zhongli can recognize 100% of the people in Liyue City, but at least 80% of the people he can remember their faces and name.

Zhongli quickly recognized the child.

However, he did not say anything. He remembered the child, but the child may not know him.

The child glanced at Zhongli cautiously and found that the man was not angry at him for disturbing the table by sharing the table rashly, so he felt relieved.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened his mouth, and a childish voice came out of his mouth: "Look at the tea! My dad wants a bowl of fermented glutinous rice dumplings, hot!"

As he said this, his eyes looked towards Zhongli, his meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Zhongli was stunned for a few tenths of a second without reacting.

I've been single for thousands of years and now I'm called daddy?

The waiter watching the tea glanced at the table where Zhongli and the child were sitting from a distance, and said, "Okay!"

The waiter ran into the house and soon came out with a bowl of steaming rice dumplings.

Putting the bowl in front of Zhongli, the child took out the mola, counted a few and put it in the waiter's hand. The waiter looked at Zhongli in surprise, then nodded his thanks and left.

The child glanced at Zhongli again to make sure that Zhongli had no dissatisfaction, so he decisively pulled the bowl in front of him, rubbed his hands, scooped up a ball with a spoon, brought it to his mouth, blew on it, and then put it in

In his mouth, he chewed it carefully.

Most of the rice dumplings here are heated in advance, so they taste warm and won't burn your mouth. Of course, they are also available iced, it depends on personal choice.

The little boy ate a rice ball, and the light smell of alcohol made his little face turn red, making him look like a red apple.
To be continued...