Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 178: Learning Cooking Skills - I Only Recommend Inazuma Tenshukaku

Half an hour later, Mu Feng left the Humayi Chamber of Commerce happily, carrying a small basket of pastries baked by Dina Zedai herself.

To be fair, Mr. Shazaman was quite hospitable. He not only gave up his own snacks but also personally escorted him to the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce.

Look, they're so enthusiastic their eyes are practically blazing.

As for the broom he was almost crushing in his hand?

Wow, I never expected that Mr. Shazaman, the richest man in Sumeru, would be so frugal, even sweeping the floor himself.

What? You said you just switched to a kitchen knife?

For those who haven't passed away, fifty is the perfect age to explore the world. If they want to learn culinary skills, he recommends Inazuma Castle.

It is said that when the seven gods arrive, one's body perishes and one's cultivation vanishes in an instant; when the demon god arrives in person, one's soul is scattered and one's spirit is destroyed, and within a radius of a hundred miles, not a blade of grass grows. The day one completes one's studies is the day one is annihilated.

The fake chef provides buffs to teammates through meticulously prepared dishes, offering a pleasant physical and mental experience.

For a true chef, the pots are disposable, the kitchen is disposable, enemies go in standing up, and corpses come out lying down.

With Yaejiro Yaedo, the chief editor, personally endorsing me, when it comes to the decision, I will only choose Inazuma Tenshukaku.

And so, in a warm and friendly atmosphere, the carriage gradually drove away from the Humayi Chamber of Commerce and slowly headed towards the Central Order of Xumi City.

"Um... Little Dina Zede, do you still have that snack from earlier?"

"Huh? Didn't Dad not like it? Dixia and I just ate it."

……

After entering Farusan's identity information into the Void Terminal and arranging temporary accommodation for Sweetie, it was already dusk.

The lingering glow of the setting sun hazy the canopy of the sacred tree, bathing it in a warm, pale orange light.

“Falusian sweet… I mean, Farusian-senpai.”

"My accommodation has been arranged, so I'll take my leave now."

Mu Feng placed a bunch of keys in Farusan's palm and smiled as he waved goodbye to the blue-haired girl standing at the door.

"Hmph, go ahead, go ahead."

"Seniors, I still need to study the academic achievements of the past few years, so I won't take up your time."

Farusan rolled her eyes at Mu Feng, then waved her hand dismissively, turning her back to examine her future new home.

The small building is located not far from the Church of Jesus. Its decoration has a retro style, with a touch of elegance amidst the freshness, as if it were a building that has traveled from a hundred years ago.

Several Sumeru rose bushes planted on the second-floor windowsill swayed in the breeze, and for a moment, Farusan was somewhat dazed by their sight.

It really does look alike...

It looks just like her familiar little home a hundred years ago.

"how do you……"

The girl turned around, but the marble street in front of the cottage was deserted. The boy who had just handed her the key with a smile was nowhere to be found.

The setting sun cast its golden rays upon the stone slabs, which were slowly swallowed by the night, leaving behind only scattered fragments of moonlight.

Seriously... walking so fast.

They don't even spend more time with their seniors.

Farusan sighed softly, the brass key she was clutching in her hand growing slightly cold.

Forget it, young people have their own lives. You can't expect him to spend every day with his senior studying those boring topics that others find tedious.

Perhaps, once everything is on track and the research funding from the Academy of Educational Sciences is approved, we can take in one or two more students.

When she gets really busy, she probably won't have time to reminisce about the past anymore.

"Click."

The key was inserted into the lock and turned gently. The wooden door slowly opened, and warm air from inside rushed in, keeping the cold wind outside out of the doorway.

The girl's eyes darted around for a moment before she instinctively looked in the direction of the kitchen.

Every time she used to come home, her mother, wearing an apron, would always come out with a smile, give her a hug, and then pull her to the dining table to serve her her favorite dishes one by one.

But after a long time, the house remained empty.

There were no human voices, no hugs, and no steaming hot food.

The kitchen was found; the brand-new pots and pans showed no signs of use, but there was no familiar figure there either.

Farusan snapped back to reality in an instant, the immense pressure of time surging over her like a tidal wave, almost suffocating her.

Yes, it's been a hundred years.

Even if this place resembles her home, it is ultimately not her home anymore.

Having wandered through time for far too long, she had forgotten the direction and appearance of home so vaguely that even a slight resemblance made her feel bewildered and panicked.

The secret is sealed, where is my hometown?

She suddenly missed her days in the desert. Although she had to endure wind and rain, at least she had someone to keep her company every night.

Unlike now, where a tiny person lives in a big house.

Farusan became depressed. The strong and optimistic senior she knew during the day had temporarily shed her disguise in the darkness, leaving only a girl to savor loneliness.

Senior... is nothing more than a hundred-year-old girl abandoned by time.

She was feeling a bit listless, but when she opened the bedroom door, exhausted, intending to rest, she heard a series of urgent knocks on the door.

Who could it be? It's so late.

Filled with doubt, Farusan went downstairs and opened the door.

There was no one outside the door; only the night wind blew across the marble street in front of the cottage, silently swirling up a few withered yellow leaves.

Perhaps... it was a prank.

This is really disrespectful to a senior.

But just as the angry girl was about to close the door, she discovered a small bamboo basket on the mailbox in front of the door.

The bamboo basket contained freshly baked coconut charcoal cakes, with a hastily written note on top of them.

"Ancient Secret Recipe"

"Puch."

Farusian chuckled softly; she had guessed who was behind this unusual dinner.

No wonder that guy gets so many girls' attention; it doesn't seem so unreasonable.

Since it was a student's kind offer, she would reluctantly accept it.

She wanted to see how this so-called ancient secret recipe would compare to her craft a hundred years from now.

Farusan carried the bamboo basket upstairs, her steps noticeably lighter than before.

The bedroom door was pushed open, but she was stunned once again.

Inside the room, a small table sits beside the bed, and a photograph lies quietly in a wooden frame, imprisoning time within a thin piece of paper.

Familiar memories flooded her mind in an instant. Farusan cautiously approached, her fingertips gently tracing the transparent cover of the photograph, her light green eyes gleaming.

Is it...you guys?

In the center of a group photo from a hundred years ago, a girl with long sky-blue hair is standing with her arms crossed, looking at the camera with a blank expression and managing a forced, helpless smile.

Behind her were her strict mentor, her proud parents, and a group of laughing and joking companions.

Graduation archives from over a hundred years ago...

Finding it must have been very difficult.

The girl suddenly smiled, her eyes gentle and tender.

Just as they said in their last letter.

She is truly lucky; no matter what, there are always people who love her.

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