Neither Paimon nor Chiyu had any objections to Zhongli's suggestion.
Anticipation sparkled in Paimon's eyes. The lure of food was simply irresistible to her.
She preferred tasty food, of course, but she could eat food that wasn't tasty too, as long as it filled her stomach.
After all, she had once fainted from hunger.
Now that good food was in sight, she could hardly wait.
"Great! I love the food Zhongli makes, but I like the food at the Seven Treasure Hotel too. Mainly because..."
"Because they have more variety."
In Liyue, it was Makshus—Guoba—who had spread the art of cooking. He was the Stove God.
But in many Liyue people's hearts, Morax was the Stove God, because Zhongli had also played a part in spreading the art of cooking.
Later, Makshus had sacrificed his power for Liyue and fallen into a deep sleep...
And so the tale of Morax as the Stove God spread ever farther.
As a Demon God, Morax would not explain such things. He would not interfere with humanity's own choices.
As long as he lived, he would never forget his old friend Makshus.
"Old friend, did you bring any money?"
Guoba: "..."
At Paimon's words, the corner of Zhongli's eye twitched. Wasn't his cooking better than the Seven Treasure Hotel's?
Perhaps Paimon had simply grown tired of it and wanted a change of pace.
He did not lightly interfere with others' choices. Paimon's decision would not make him angry.
He had long since outgrown such feelings.
He treated Chiyu so well because he respected her choice too. She had chosen to stay by his side and was now one of his own, so naturally he would take better care of her.
The people around him could not be too weak. Otherwise, things would become exhausting