Zhongli finished what he had been saying.
"So this time, I ordered you a bowl of fermented rice dumplings."
"Hah, it wasn't like I couldn't have guessed it would end this way."
The protagonist should have long since reached drinking age, right?
After all, she had traveled through so many worlds and slept for so long.
Maybe Lao Mi thought it wouldn't pass review otherwise. What was so surprising about that?
Little Paimon did not drink alcohol, nor did she eat fermented rice dumplings.
She also did not want to listen to Zhongli's lengthy explanations.
Whenever a situation like this came up, she was sharper than anyone.
She first picked up a dessert to eat, so she would not seem quite so rude.
Was that really the reason? Perhaps.
Paimon took a bite of a "Tea Good Moon Round."
The tea pastry held egg yolk within it, its crumbly yolk loose and delicate in texture.
It was mingled with a faint tea fragrance that seemed to drift in from an empty valley.
Just one small bite brought a solid sense of happiness, enough to make anyone fall for it.
Little Paimon finished hers in three bites.
She licked the pastry flakes from the corners of her mouth and her fingers, then pretended casually to reach for another.
Ying stopped her with a look. "Paimon?"
"Uh..."
Paimon was a little embarrassed at being caught sneaking food.
She was just wondering how to argue her way out of it.
Mu Yang spoke up to rescue her. "Is it good, Paimon?"
Paimon nodded repeatedly. "It's delicious! Better than any pastry I had in Mondstadt before."
Gourmet Paimon activated and began reviewing the "Tea Good Moon Round."
"The outer pastry is filled with tea fragrance, while the egg yolk inside is crumbly and delicate.