Feng Yi: Wait, isn't your focus a bit off?!
Why are you getting more and more excited, Hu Tao!
Feng Yi suddenly felt some regret, he shouldn't have come up with the bad idea of telling stories.
Looking at Hu Tao's bright eyes, he couldn't help but sigh.
Everyone in that city died, including the coffin merchants, so you don't need to envy their business!
Feng Yi grumbled casually, Hu Tao's focus was really tied to her profession.
The coffin merchants in the nearby cities must have struck it rich!
Hu Tao thought for a moment and said, regretting why she hadn't encountered such good fortune.
Wait, if everyone in the city died, who would pay? Even if I went, it would be a loss!
Feng Yi didn't know how he fell into Hu Tao's rhythm, even trying to persuade her.
Hu Tao: But you can't just let the corpses rot in the wild, it will breed plagues and disasters!
Feng Yi: They were burned to ashes, so no plague will breed, you can rest assured!
Hu Tao: But...
Feng Yi: Let's change the story!
Feng Yi suddenly snapped back to reality, why was he arguing with Hu Tao?
It was just a story!
Feng Yi quickly interrupted Hu Tao's question and changed the subject.
Stories followed one after another, but Hu Tao seemed to get more and more excited, showing no signs of sleepiness.
Last night, Feng Yi couldn't remember how many stories he told, but Hu Tao, the listener, didn't fall asleep, while he, the storyteller, fell asleep first!
When he woke up the next day, Feng Yi glanced into the covers and saw Hu Tao clinging to him like an octopus, trying to break free from her tightly held arms.
Who would have thought that this little girl had quite a bit of strength, holding on tightly, so clingy! Feng Yi's thighs were also entwined by Hu Tao's legs.
Is this the strongest binding skill in the Teyvat Continent?
Feng Yi exerted a little force, but unexpectedly startled Hu Tao awake!
Feng Yi? Good morning! Let's sleep a little longer!
Hu Tao opened her hazy eyes, her lazy tone seeming to be coquettish.
Then let go of me, and I'll prepare breakfast for you!
Feng Yi reached into the covers and pinched Hu Tao's thigh entwined with his, signaling her to let go.
No, no! Huh?
Hu Tao looked at Feng Yi.
It's better if a young girl doesn't know, this is a normal male reaction!
Feng Yi felt a bit embarrassed, he couldn't change it.
Feng Yi, what's wrong? My stomach hurts a bit!
Hu Tao tightly hugged Feng Yi's arm, trying to relieve the pain.
Huh?!
Upon hearing this, Feng Yi lifted the covers and saw the bloodstains on the sheets, clearly indicating something...
Feng Yi: Everyone, put down your knives! I, Feng, am innocent! Really! He fell asleep early last night! Didn't do anything!
There must be some misunderstanding!
Has this happened before?
Feng Yi reached out and took off the golden underpants, which were already stained with blood.
No? This is the first time today! Feng Yi, have I contracted some strange illness? Am I not going to live long? Sob, sob, I haven't even held your funeral yet!
Hu Tao started to cry as she spoke.
Feng Yi: ???
What do you mean, his funeral hasn't been held yet?
What is Hu Tao thinking about all day?
Don't worry, it's not a strange illness! This is a normal physiological phenomenon for girls during puberty!
Feng Yi, considering Hu Tao's age, understood what was happening.
The normal age for girls to start menstruation is between 11 and 16 years old, and Hu Tao is exactly 13 this year, which is within the normal range!
But Hu Tao's grandfather passed away early, and there were no other elders at home to teach her about this, so it was understandable that Hu Tao was afraid of menstruation.
The more this was the case, the more Feng Yi felt that there was a need to publish books on menstruation knowledge!
Perhaps it could save many naive girls like Hu Tao who had no one to teach them about this knowledge.
Mm-hmm~
Hu Tao didn't understand what Feng Yi meant by puberty and physiological reactions, but it sounded very reasonable!
Since Feng Yi said it was okay, then it must be okay!
Hu Tao cooperated with Feng Yi's actions and changed the bloodstained sheets.
Feng Yi first cooked Hu Tao a bowl of brown sugar ginger water, and then washed the bloodstained golden underpants clean.
After drying them, he put them back on Hu Tao.
After finishing all this, Feng Yi began his day.
The morning chores delayed Feng Yi quite a bit. By the time he arrived at the teahouse as usual, Zhongli was nowhere to be seen.
Sigh~
It seemed Zhongli had already eaten and left.
Missed an opportunity to bond.
I'll talk about it next time!
Feng Yi found an empty table and sat down, calling out to the teahouse owner.
Boss! The same as always, ten baskets of buns and a pot of tea!
Mr. Feng Yi, we'll give you an extra pot of tea. Please enjoy!
The teahouse owner had been eagerly awaiting Feng Yi. Why hadn't their regular big customer arrived today?
He had even made extra baskets of buns in advance, he couldn't let them go to waste!
He waited and waited, and finally, he welcomed Feng Yi.
To maintain a good relationship with this big customer, he gave him an extra pot of tea today.
He hoped this big customer would patronize his business more in the future.
Thank you for your kindness, boss!
Feng Yi didn't expect to receive a free pot of tea, and felt like he had struck gold. He grabbed the buns and ate them with great gusto.
Suddenly, Feng Yi's peripheral vision caught sight of a familiar figure not far away, though there were some differences compared to the person in his memory.
Boss! Do you know who that young man over there is?
Feng Yi waved to call the boss over to ask for information.
If it came to intelligence gathering, he was certainly no match for a native Liyue person.
Him! He seems to be a traveler from Snezhnaya. It's quite pathetic, he just arrived in Liyue by boat today and discovered he lost his wallet.
The teahouse owner looked at the young man who was wandering around in a daze and shook his head.
Feng Yi, to verify his guess, stood up and walked towards the person.
Tartaglia?! It's really you!
As Feng Yi approached, he realized that this person was none other than the Eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui, Tartaglia!
However, this Tartaglia in front of him was a bit more youthful and less refined than he would be in three years.
Perhaps due to the anxiety of losing his wallet, Tartaglia looked haggard, with bloodshot eyes.
He looked dusty and travel-worn. If Feng Yi hadn't had sharp eyes, he might not have recognized him at all!
Excuse me, sir? Do you know me? But my name is not Tartaglia, my name is Ajax!