Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 321 Clementine: Infiltrating the Enemy (Part 1)

Inside the city of Sumeru, in the Grand Bazaar, at the Zubair Theater.

As dusk approached, the performance came to an end.

Nilu smiled and waved goodbye to her companions who were tidying up the stage, then left the theater humming an unknown tune.

The air in the Grand Bazaar was rather stuffy, perhaps because it hadn't rained for several days.

Even though her dance costume was quite revealing, the girl still subtly furrowed her beautiful brows, raising her hand with a troubled expression to brush the damp stray hairs clinging to her forehead behind her ear.

Hmm... speaking of which, what time is it now?

Just as the heavy main door of the Grand Bazaar was pushed open, the young dancer peeked out through the crack in the door.

The sky was golden red, and the lingering clouds in the sky showed a gradient from deep red to light red. In the distance, the sunlight gradually sank, and the day was about to end.

Nilu thought to herself, "Oh no!" According to yesterday's draw, she was supposed to be in charge of preparing dinner today.

If we delay any longer, the whole family will have to choose between the northwest wind and the young lady's terrible cooking today.

The girl secretly stuck out her tongue. Although she complained behind her back that her best friend wasn't very loyal, she had to admit that Ms. Dina Zede's cooking skills could only be described as needing improvement.

Of course, the story goes back to last night's meal of stir-fried meat with berries and mint, plus stewed sea bass with peaches and spices.

One bite, and both those who know how to cook and those who don't fell silent; the taste could only be described as a multicolored black.

Bai Suishan was shocked. She had only gone back a hundred years to visit relatives, and the culinary world had become something she couldn't understand.

Immediately afterwards, Annie was the first to back down, citing the reason that dolls don't need to eat. Then came Dolly, who was busy going home to collect Mora's food. Even the little lion, who was always inseparable from the young lady, raised the white flag and surrendered when he saw that things were not going well.

Actually, she was just tired of life, not tired of living.

The dragon loli remained silent. She had lived for thousands of years, and the last time she had eaten such a dish was before.

Good or bad depends entirely on luck, saltiness depends entirely on luck, the main selling point is color, aroma and taste, but we'll ignore that, clean, nutritious, and unpalatable.

In the end, apart from Nasita tasting the entire dish and giving a rather novel and earnest evaluation, only the little mushroom was left to clean up the mess.

Of course, the little god's evaluation still has a lot of Narcida's own style. For specific metaphors, you can refer to things like a Hilichurl Rock Helmet wearing a Thunderfury Warlock's outfit with a long, fancy head.

It's just that Mu Feng happened to be away; otherwise, one would have to marvel at how every country has culinary geniuses.

High-end ingredients often only require simple cooking methods, so after a busy day, Master Di decided to eat Master Kong.

So, after a democratic referendum, with one vote against and one abstention, it was unanimously decided to exclude the young lady from the kitchen team.

Dina Zede herself was naturally very dissatisfied. She had clearly put in all the ingredients that should have been added, so it was her fault if the taste wasn't good.

Her cooking style is quite unique... at least it's cooked through.

No matter what, it's impossible for me to sell you lettuce and eggs, right?

But no matter how much the young lady protested, the democratic vote was overwhelming, so it was the little dancer's turn to cook today.

In the last few minutes before closing time, Nilu jogged toward the fruit and vegetable market at the Grand Bazaar, naturally attracting the attention of many passersby along the way.

After all, as a renowned dancer in the Grand Bazaar, Nilu is mostly known for her glamorous stage presence, and it's rare to see her in casual everyday clothes like this.

Fortunately, since it was summer and the sky was not completely dark yet, there were still a few stalls scattered along the roadside.

Nilu pulled her wide, light silk robe up a little to reveal her fair, jade-like forearms. She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and then chose a familiar stall nearby to pick out some items.

The little dancer's bargaining skills were quite proficient; this was a technique that Candice had taught her, which Dixia had mentioned by chance last time.

Fake bargaining: One Mora less

Real bargaining: just one Mora

False rounding down: 6,480

The true zeroing out: 648

Perhaps because the stall owner was in a hurry to pack up and go home, Nilu was able to successfully complete her low-price acquisition.

Dinner's sorted now... I'll make braised meat with fire. It's a bit of a shame that Brother Mufeng isn't here today.

The girl, satisfied, carried a small bag of vegetables, humming a cheerful tune, and headed home along the path.

The saying goes, "To win someone's heart, you must first win their stomach." (from the novel "108 Ways to Win a Girl's Love").

This time, however, the girl attracted significantly more attention, much of it mixed with complex emotions of envy and jealousy.

Clearly, the little dancer's virtuous wife and loving mother demeanor has broken the defenses of certain individuals, or even their non-existent friends.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Who was the lucky guy to get to eat Miss Nel's cooking?!"

A scholar from the Academy of Educational Sciences held his paper in his mouth like a tissue, making a face of gritted teeth.

Where is fairness? Where is justice? And where is the recipe link for Miss Nilu's dinner tonight?

His companion pushed up his glasses, patted him on the shoulder, and mercilessly stabbed him in the chest.

"Wake up, your paper is due tomorrow. You can have anything in your dreams."

The scholar's breath hitched, then he revealed a look of grief and indignation, glaring fiercely at his companion. How could some people with such a 37-degree mouth utter such cold words?

"By the way, tomorrow's defense will be personally presided over by Sage Elhesen. Are you ready?"

Scholar: ...Can the code Sumeru please let me go this time? In my next life, I just want to be a carefree child.

However, Nil was clearly not paying attention to the discussions around her. The girl was looking down, taking a shortcut along the path while pondering the seasoning ratio for the fire stew.

Fresh meat, spices, mint, honey...

However, Nel, who was focused on her thoughts, naturally had no time to observe her surroundings.

Until they turned a corner, they bumped into two girls, one with pink hair and the other with blonde hair, coming straight at them.

"Ouch!" "Oh dear!"

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