Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 291 High Emotional Intelligence: Vegetable Soup

However, in the end, this battle between the little shrewd merchant and the little god, whose average height was no more than 1.5 meters, ended hastily with the dizzy pink-haired girl succumbing to sleepiness first.

Dolly, who had been quite aggressive just moments before, had now calmed down and was leaning softly against Mu Feng's shoulder, her pale golden eyes half-closed as she fell into a deep sleep.

Before long, the sound of the little girl's even breathing could be heard, her light pink hair swaying gently around her ears.

Mu Feng smiled helplessly and gently wiped away a trace of drool from the corner of her mouth. After all, she still had a childish temper.

Beside her, Nasita, seemingly drunk, blinked her beautiful four-leaf clover eyes, rested her chin on her slender white index finger and pondered for a while before taking the opportunity to hug Mu Feng's arm and "fall asleep soundly".

Hmm... Little Grass has fallen asleep. In a little while, I'll have to trouble her dear Sage to personally escort her back to Jing Shan Palace.

Mu Feng chuckled and pinched Naxida's soft cheek, causing Naxida to pout uncomfortably in protest.

Don't bully the little goddess while she's asleep!

Mu Feng was at a loss. There was nothing he could do; you could never wake up a god of wisdom who was pretending to be asleep, especially when she planned to use this method to "threaten" you into taking her home.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the blue-haired girl with circles drawn on her head, who had just been draped over Mu Feng's shoulder, was now nodding her head groggily and starting to mumble in her sleep.

After all, older people often have a lower alcohol tolerance, so it's reasonable for them to be out of control after just three drinks, right?

Thus, putting aside the question of whether they were faking or genuinely drunk, the Sumeru girls who participated in tonight's battle have been completely wiped out.

Therefore, as the only nominally sober unit present, the responsibility of settling the girls naturally fell to a certain guy who had temporarily escaped the battle.

But at this point, someone might say, "Hey, look at this rating system, 3.0, Dandelion Wine got MVP!"

In response, one person could only say that compared to the scene at Maple Dew Cafe where dozens of little Melosens were fighting over him, the current Sumeru is just a small spectacle.

Having raised Melusin in Fontaine for ten years, Mu's heart had long since turned as cold as the Crystal. Now, nothing on the Teyvat continent could disturb his Dao heart.

Mu Fengdan's most popular pastry chef of the year, the head of the Hearth House, the Sage of Sumeru Sigma, said so.

[Host, do you still want that bucket of Grass God brand bathwater in your space? If not, this system will take care of it for you.]

A system that had been dormant in my mind for a long time suddenly popped up, rolled its eyes, and began to sabotage me without any mercy.

As the saying goes, no one knows a master better than the ruler. With her master's moral bottom line being even more flexible than a water-shaped illusionist, anyone who believes her is a laughing stock.

Mu Feng's expression immediately turned serious. What are you saying? What bathwater? Don't you understand the art of language?

Low emotional intelligence: bathwater; high emotional intelligence: vegetable soup.

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Nothing happened that night. The next day, at the Grand Bazaar in Sumeru.

The Grand Bazaar was still basking in the afterglow of a good night's sleep when breakfast vendors yawned and pushed their carts to open for business, ushering in a new day for Sumeru.

Soon, the rising heat filled the entire street, attracting scholars and business travelers passing by to stop for a moment.

"Good morning, Mr. Judt, three rice towers, please."

Mu Feng walked into the Grand Bazaar through the marble-paved passageway, and stopped in front of a well-established stall that looked quite old, greeting the stall owner familiarly.

At this moment, he was carrying no fewer than several different lunch boxes, which were slowly emitting faint white steam.

Nasita's favorite date and coconut honey, Sweetie's favorite traditional coconut charcoal cake, and the young lady's requested Patty Salan pudding and Little Dolly's sabuz stew.

What? You're asking where Dixia's breakfast is? Well, you'll have to ask the mercenary girl who drank too much dandelion wine last night and has blacked out and shows no signs of waking up yet.

A little lion, still taking a nap: ...Discrimination! Absolute discrimination! Feed me peanuts!

The white-haired old stall owner glanced at Mu Feng with a puzzled look. He had been selling rice pagodas at the Grand Bazaar for many years, and he was certain that he had never seen this customer before.

However, the boy in front of him gave him a familiar feeling. Could it be that he was really old?

Old Zhu shook his head and sighed, "You can't deny getting old," before focusing on his work.

Poultry and fish sizzled on the hot plate, releasing their oil, and the aroma of the sauce slowly spread. Before you knew it, more and more pedestrians stopped in their tracks.

However, Mu Feng's thoughts were not on the breakfast that was about to be served; he had something more important to think about.

That is, even after being in Sumeru City for so long, he still doesn't seem to have a relatively stable place to live.

Although the Pure Palace is quite nice, the Elkasazalai Palace is not bad, and even the young lady's basement is not unacceptable.

But then again, just a few days ago, a nurse from Fontainebleau wrote to say she was coming to visit him in Sumeru. Judging by the time the letter arrived, she's probably almost at Port Ormos by now.

If he dared to let the nurse stay with him in the basement, he was a little afraid that the hot-tempered girl would give him an immediate injection.

[Host, this system has only one question for you: put your hand on your non-existent conscience, isn't this just to make it easier for you to throw lavish parties?]

The system made no attempt to hide its suspicions, but Mu Feng was not happy about it. Hey, can the things they, the sages, do be called conscience?

He just wanted to give all the girls a home.

...Tong couldn't sleep no matter what she did. She listened for most of the night before finally catching the words between the lines. The entire text was filled with a few words—she had never seen such a shameless host. —Tong Shuren

Ignoring the system's complaints, Mu Feng accepted the breakfast and began preparing to invest the funds in Xumi's real estate business.

Coincidentally, the work I submitted to Yaedo in Fontainebleau last time received a response, and it also brought me a considerable amount of royalties.

Although we can't hear any of this "Song in the Ashes: The Hearth House," we can let Inazuma's friends listen to it properly, right?

Incidentally, when he submitted his work, he accidentally changed the tags to sunshine, warmth, happiness, and positivity.

As a result, along with the royalty check came a whole box of razor blades from the readers, as well as a handwritten greeting letter from Yaedo, the editor-in-chief and chief priest of the shrine.

Mu Feng coughed lightly. "We'll talk about the scoundrel fox later. The priority now is to find a suitable place to stay."

I saw a nice little villa on the Void Terminal last time, and I have some time to check out the house since I'm going to accompany Nasida to the Grand Bazaar later.

Mu, the master of time management, thought to himself.

However, upon arriving at the location and seeing the homeowner who seemed somewhat familiar, Mu Feng suddenly fell into a long silence.

"Kavi? It's you?"

"What Kavi! You've mistaken me for someone else! I'm not an architect, I, I... Yes, my name is Elheisen!"

Mu Feng: ...I haven't even told you you're an architect yet.

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