I write novels in Liyue

Like the orange color of the setting sun.

So tempting.

Just at this moment, a crisp voice sounded.

"Here comes the orange juice."

Fang Qiu followed the sound, Xiangling came over with three glasses of orange juice, Guoba held a cup in his hand, and drank while running.

"Crispy rice, didn't you say that it needs to be chilled before it tastes good? Why did you drink it first?"

Xiangling looked at the rice crust, widened her eyes, and said.

"Well?"

Guoba held the cup and tilted his head.

"You can't drink it, you can drink it after it's chilled, otherwise it won't taste good, do you understand?"

After finishing speaking, Xiangling turned to look at Fang Qiu, smiled, and said, "The ice cubes in the camp have run out, Fang Qiu, can I trouble you to use the eye of God to freeze these orange juices."

"Ah."

Fang Qiu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

I can't laugh or cry in my heart.

Fang Qiu had thought about this issue carefully before, and if he couldn't get along with writing novels, he would set up a stall and sell shaved ice on the side of the road using the Eye of God.

Unexpectedly, now, I really want to use the eye of God to make shaved ice.

Fang Qiu raised his hand and waved it lightly, a burst of azure blue ice mist rose, and then crystal clear ice velvet condensed out of the cup Xiang Ling was holding.

The icy white velvet slowly soaked into the water, and was dyed an attractive orange red by the orange juice.

However, Fang Qiu's own cup was only slightly chilled. After all, it was getting late and the weather was a bit cold, and his body was weak, so people who drank ice could easily catch cold.

After taking the orange juice from Xiangling, Fang Qiutan opened his mouth lightly and took a sip.

"How about it?"

Xiang Ling asked expectantly.

"It's delicious, even better than last time."

After finishing speaking, Fang Qiu couldn't help but took another sip, and admired sincerely.

The orange juice that Xiangling researched for the first time seemed to be much better than when he was grilling behind Wanmin Hall.

There is a little more fragrance and aftertaste.

"It's really better to drink."

Hu Tao also nodded and said.

"Hey, this is my improved work these days. I added the processed Qingxin juice to remove the bitterness of Qingxin, leaving only the fragrance of Qingxin."

Xiang Ling smiled and said.

"I see."

Fang Qiu nodded, with the original expression on his face.

Even though she didn't understand it at all.

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The afterglow of the setting sun poured down, dyeing Liyue Harbor in orange red.

It's meal time.

The whole street of eating Huyan is full of rich food fragrance.

"Old Maotou, here is Fengshen Chowder."

"What kind of dish is that?"

"The unique dish of Mond Vatican."

"You're trying to find fault, aren't you?"

"Just kidding, just kidding, let's have a grilled tiger fish, remember to burn it a little bit, put more spicy."

The streets are bustling.

"If you want to know what will happen next, let's hear the next episode!"

As soon as the storyteller closed the fan, he cut off the plot at the most exciting place.

"It's almost time. If you go to the Wanwen Jishe now, you won't have to wait in line."

In front of the tea table, Zhong Li picked up his teacup, took a sip, looked at the sky, and murmured.

After finishing speaking, he looked up at the clerk and said softly, "Please pay the bill."

"Well, sir, seventy moras altogether."

"Ah."

Zhongli nodded, but he touched his wallet, then frowned, looked up at the clerk, and said, "Please write the account to Xiangshengtang."

"Sure, no problem."

The clerk nodded, turned around and took his notes, without any hesitation.

He has also been working in this teahouse for some time.

This Mr. Zhongli is the guest secretary of Xiangshengtang, and he can be regarded as a frequent visitor here.

Although sometimes I forget to bring my wallet, but as long as the bill is sent to Guseido, Guseido will check it and reimburse it.

Therefore, don't worry too much, and the bookkeeping is over.

"Thank you."

After finishing the accounts, Zhong Li strolled all the way back to the Tomorrow Hall, took his wallet, and walked all the way towards Wanwen Jishe.

When Zhongli arrived, the number of people buying books at Wanwenjishe gradually decreased.

However, there are still many novel lovers discussing and reading in the surrounding teahouses, which is very lively.

"It seems that the plot of the new book should be pretty good."

Zhongli nodded.

After buying the book, Zhong Li was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Fang Qiu actually wrote all the follow-up plots at once.

Although it will take some time, it is naturally good to be able to read the story in one go.

A good story, you need to find a quiet place to read it carefully.

So, after buying the books, Zhongli walked all the way towards the Hall of Rebirth.

There is no quieter place than the Hall of Death.

……

At this time, Heyu Tea House.

"Well……"

Yun Jin sat on the chair, stretched slightly, and clipped the bookmark on the page. That page was exactly the content of Sedum and Tang Xue seeing each other in the ghost world, their fingertips touching, and their love secretly aroused.

"Miss Fang Qiu's writing is really good. The thoughts of the hero and heroine are written so delicately. Although the lyrics she writes are relatively easy to understand, they are similar to operas. I just don't know if she is interested in operas."

Yunjin said to herself.

There are many legends in Liyue, and most of them are stories about demon gods and immortals, so Liyue's plays are all about fairy tales.

Although the most popular thing for theater fans is fairy drama, but now is the age of people, she wants to write some stories about people, and tell everyone the hearts of the people in the world.

And Fang Qiu's book is a human story.

Although Jingtian was an extraordinary person in her previous life, she is just a commoner in this life.

If Fang Qiu is interested in opera and cooperates with him, he should be able to write a lot of good plays with people as the center.

Thinking of this, she smiled faintly, and gently closed the book.

Although she wanted to continue looking down, it was getting late and she had to eat.

My waist is a little tight recently, so I can't eat dinner too late, otherwise I will gain weight if I exercise less.

Although in order to protect her throat, she still can only eat fried shrimp...

"Oh, no matter how you cook the fried shrimp, it still tastes like that..."

Sighing lightly, she got up and moved around, walked to the window, intending to take a look at the delicious food outside the window, but happened to see a tall and straight young man walking on the street.

"It's Mr. Zhongli, huh? The book in Mr. Zhongli's hand seems to be "Sword of Immortal Sword"."

When she saw clearly the book in Zhongli's hand, Yunjin couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

In the singing industry, the rules have been passed down from generation to generation, and there are so many particular things. Even she only knows what it is, and doesn't know why.

But when Mr. Zhongli talked about those rules, he was very familiar with them.

It can be said that he is a knowledgeable and well-informed person.

Unexpectedly, even Mr. Zhongli went to the bookstore to buy Fang Qiu's books.

It seems that Miss Fang Qiu's book is really well written.

Just like Xin Yan's rock and roll.

Although Mr. Zhongli's behavior of inviting Xin Yan to perform at the Rebirth Hall is a bit weird...

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