"But this time, the ingredients seem unexpectedly large... Looks like I'll need to put in some extra effort to prepare them properly. Everyone, please be patient... and Mister Ingredient, please be patient too."
Feeling the faint tug at his belt and Raiden Makoto's warm breath so close at hand, Chen Li's scalp practically exploded.
"Wait, don't, hss..." Chen Li sucked in a sharp breath, his voice trembling with an indescribable quiver as his hands instinctively clamped down on Raiden Makoto's wrists.
But such soft, powerless resistance clearly had no real effect in this Asura Field, where wolves surrounded him on every side.
Raiden Makoto narrowed her eyes slightly, the smile on her lips deepening. Not only did she have no intention of stopping, she seemed to have been... encouraged somehow.
Meanwhile, at the edge of Natlan's boisterous bonfire banquet—
Yao Guang leaned against a boulder, gently swirling a cup of fruit wine in her hand.
Beside her, Nicole, the newly appointed Chief Historian of the Paradise Alliance, sat properly on a small stool. By the warm glow of the bonfire, she meticulously wrote something in a finely bound hardcover book.
Her quill made a steady, restrained scratching sound across the page.
"...On a certain day of a certain month in the Natlan calendar, the Abyss retreated. Mavuika, the God of Fire, held a feast at night, and the seven nations celebrated together. Chen Li, Lord of the Alliance, bestowed a miraculous tablecloth, spreading it across all of Teyvat and creating countless delicacies from nothingness. Mondstadt Hunter's Deer Pie and Liyue Matsutake Chicken were both reproduced in form and flavor. All living beings were able to fill their stomachs, and thus praised the great achievements of Paradise..."
As she wrote, Nicole softly read aloud the historical facts she had recorded, as