RPAGF Chapter 260 You're still reading!
Chapter 260 You're still reading!
The plate full of coconut charcoal cakes on the table was quickly devoured. Seeing this, Mu Feng brought out rice pudding from the kitchen, poured on some peach jam, and skillfully pushed it in front of Farushan.
"What's so delicious about these coconut charcoal cakes? What's the difference between this and stuffing a desiccant into your stomach?" IP: Mo Mang Palace
"I have a feeling that you're thinking something very rude."
Farusan puffed out her cheeks slightly, a few crumbs of coconut charcoal cake clung to the corners of her mouth, and cast a suspicious glance through her light green heterochromatic eyes.
Although she didn't possess any superpowers like mind reading, she still sensed the faint trace of hostility in the air.
The culinary world of Sumeru cannot do without coconut charcoal cakes, just as the famous desserts of Fontainebleau cannot do without mini cakes.
"Oh, how could that be? In the entire Sumeru City, who doesn't know that I, Mu, respect teachers the most? Right, sweetie?"
Mu Feng gave an innocent smile and pushed the pudding cup filled with jam toward Farusan.
If I were to take my seniors to Fontainebleau someday, we might be able to witness a debate as intense as the debate over whether tofu pudding should be sweet or savory.
Farusan rolled her eyes at Mu Feng. It would be unbecoming of a senior to argue with this scheming guy every day.
Sweet girl it is, anyway, in her heart, she had already tacitly accepted this slightly inappropriate title.
Of course, this is a one-time exception. If anyone else dares to make fun of Senior Farusan like this, the consequences will be very serious.
Ignoring Mu Feng's antics, Falushan picked up a spoon, scooped up a piece of milky white pudding, and put it in her mouth.
The sweet and sour taste of the peach jam blended with the fragrance of rice, and the girl squinted her eyes, revealing a rare expression of contentment.
As expected, traditional pudding is still the best; those novel and strange flavors are simply a disaster for the dessert world.
I'd like to specifically criticize a certain café that added Patty Salan to its pudding; the senior café couldn't appreciate it at all.
Farusan fiddled with the pudding in her cup, not in a hurry to eat it. Instead, she dipped her spoon in jam and drew random circles on the white pudding, enjoying her hard-won leisure time.
Strangely enough, even though there was only one more person, the originally empty room suddenly felt exceptionally full.
Warm sunlight streamed into the room, and Farusan, with her hair down, stretched contentedly. The weather was nice today.
Research topic? Let's leave that opinion-gathering devil to him for now.
But at the same table, Mu Feng didn't care much about his breakfast.
Just now, the system, which suddenly remembered that it still owed a large sum of money, came to confront me in a menacing manner.
Mu Feng then remembered that a few days ago, in order to extract information from his own unscrupulous system about Catherine's hiding of the raw stones, he had been forced to incur a debt of one million Mora.
Most importantly, when he returned to reality and prepared to recover the stolen money, an accident occurred, as expected.
It seems that Catherine received advance notice and transferred her assets in advance to deceive and ambush him, the champion of justice.
Mu Feng was puzzled, extremely puzzled. He suspected that his own unscrupulous business system was profiting from both sides, but he lacked evidence.
The person involved said: "I regret it now, I regret it so much. Family, you can't touch those shady online lenders!"
[Host, Miss Catherine is my beloved family and sister. One million Mora, no installments accepted.]
The system's voice was righteous and stern, but Mu Feng felt somewhat embarrassed because he really couldn't come up with a million right now.
Because Maple Dew Cafe closed down, his source of income was completely cut off. Coupled with his recent travel expenses, his wallet was now emptier than his face.
He now genuinely admires Yingmei; she traveled to seven countries with an emergency food supply that cost 300,000 Mora per month, and yet she hasn't ended up begging on the streets.
Otherwise, he should just go to Mondstadt and find a sugar mama to support him. At least he won't need 300,000 Mora a month.
Give up trying, Yingmei, rich woman, hungry, food.
Mu Feng was filled with grief and indignation. He had been in Teyvat for quite some time. He had started from scratch and participated in three major dungeons: The Dragon King Will Eventually Return to His Loyal Fontaine, The House of Hearth: The Spy Shadow, and My God Can't Be That Cute. He had gone from having nothing to being heavily in debt.
In Genshin Impact: Old Deng's start with no Morax, did he have some kind of blood feud with Morax in his past life?
Mu Feng's absent-minded expression clearly caught Farusan's attention. After several subtle attempts to signal him went unanswered, the proud Farusan, unsurprisingly, lost her temper.
How dare you disregard your seniors after only one day? Will you step into the Order Academy with your left foot tomorrow, and become a rebellious disciple the day after?
And where is this brat looking?!
"Ouch, it hurts! Sweetie... Senior, let go, let go!"
At dawn, a sharp scream pierced the sky, startling a group of birds resting on a tree branch, which then scattered into the sky.
The neighbors and street vendors around them all put down what they were doing and looked at each other in bewilderment. Had a kidney been damaged?
"Hmph, still looking? What? Didn't you get enough last night?"
Farusan withdrew her hand from Mu Feng's waist, gave a haughty snort, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.
She had no recollection of ever setting up a program for Tamimi to help people change into their pajamas after they got drunk.
Mu Feng felt bitter inside, rubbing his slightly sore lower back while wearing a resentful expression.
No, you're even wary of him, a universally acknowledged gentleman?
Farusan rolled her eyes at Mu Feng and tapped him on the head lightly. "You brat, you're getting the benefits and you're still acting innocent."
However, just now, she belatedly realized that there seemed to be a lecture on the epistemology school this morning.
I should have known better than to agree to those old guys' proposal. Now look what's happened, I can't even find an excuse to refuse.
Farusan sighed deeply. Oh well, she might as well go to the Order of the Church and ask for leave for the next month.
The identity of this "resurrected" individual obviously cannot be made public so quickly, otherwise not only Sumeru, but the entire Teyvat continent would probably be thrown into chaos.
After all, who doesn't have a few people they want to see again?
……
On the other side, in Xumi City, at the Humayi Chamber of Commerce.
The oil lamp's light was dim, and the mercenary girl and the young lady sat in the half-hidden darkness, their expressions somewhat anxious.
Although neither of them spoke, their long-term companionship and understanding had already fostered a considerable tacit understanding between them.
With just a glance or an expression, they can quickly understand each other's feelings.
They were waiting, waiting for news, news that they had never dared to imagine before, but which was indeed happening in the neighboring country.
Just then, the door opened.
"Miss, we found it, the Steambird newspaper you requested."
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P.S.: Happy birthday, Yao Yao!