Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

On the table in front of the hut was an ordinary meal.

At this time, there were only a man and a woman sitting there. They looked at each other, smiled, and talked about interesting things, just like a loving newlywed couple.

The food on the table has been ready for a long time, but no one has started to eat yet because there is one person missing who has not returned home yet.

That was their child, Su Ping, who was hailed as a child prodigy by people in the surrounding area.

Li Ying supported her chin with one hand, smiled like a blooming flower, and said slowly: "Really? My son talked to a beautiful girl?"

Su Yue nodded and said, "Yeah, we're having a lively chat!"

"Hahaha, that's great, I don't have to worry about my lifelong affairs!" Li Ying didn't know whether it was a joke or serious, she just kept laughing.

As they were laughing, the son mentioned by the couple, Su Ping, finally arrived belatedly. He sat in his seat and looked at his parents who were smiling at him in confusion.

That smile was different from usual, a little different, but Su Ping couldn't tell what was different, he just felt a chill on his back.

Facing this smiling gaze, Su Ping took out the banknotes in his arms, pressed them on the table, and said, "Dad, Mom, I made another 60,000 Mora!"

Li Ying closed her eyes slightly, touched his head, and praised: "My son is so good, my son is so great!"

Then she looked at her husband next to her and snorted, "Unlike some people who say bad things about their son as soon as they come home, I don't believe them at all!"

Su Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't show the helplessness hidden in his eyes. Instead, he continued, "What did Dad say about me? Was it because I was talking to a girl again?"

"if not?"

These three short words from Li Ying seemed to express what she had been feeling for a long time, and they also seemed to bring her some joy, but also a little helplessness, which was quite complicated.

Su Yue heard a slight sigh in her words and quickly explained: "Xiaoying, that girl is only close to Ping'er and has nothing to do with me. I, I..."

"Are you sure?" Li Ying smiled sweetly with a hint of cunning.

Su Yue nodded quickly and said anxiously: "Really? I really didn't lie to you!"

Li Ying's smile widened as she pressed on, "Are you sure?"

Su Yue continued with the same rhetoric, speaking at length for a long time without taking a breath. For a moment, Su Ping even felt that his father's tongue was faster than those storytellers.

It was just the same few sentences repeated over and over again, with nothing new to say. However, Li Ying never seemed tired of listening to them, even though she had heard them countless times.

After a long time, Su Yue stopped talking. He felt as if smoke was coming out of his throat and it was stinging as if it was burned by fire.

Li Ying sighed and pouted, "We've been talking for so long, but you didn't know to stop for a while. Wait a while, nothing will happen. Really... I have to cook something to cool down the fire for you later."

Su Yue had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Li Ying snorted again and said, "What is it? Say something else."

"Oh, okay..." Su Yue scratched the back of his head, not knowing whether it was intentional or just out of his innocent nature, he suddenly blurted out these words.

The scene that was about to end was allowed to continue as if there was no end in sight.

Li Ying looked at her husband, who was smiling and squinting, and rolled her eyes and said, "Alright, alright, help heat up the food. It's been so long, it's gone cold."

"Good."

Su Ping also took action and walked to the kitchen with the dish. Although he had not eaten a single grain of rice yet, he did not feel very hungry. Perhaps it was because of his good mood after returning home that he masked his hunger.

……

The holiday for ancestor worship was three days long, just like last year, but this time, Su Ping met the Qianyan Army on the way here.

He also got to know another important person, but unfortunately Xiao He, who was still asking him questions at this time last year, was missing. This one less and one more, I don't know if it was destined or just a coincidence.

During the three-day holiday, Su Ping decided not to go out much and would stay at home and spend time with his parents.

Such days are not hard, nor do they feel like the book-filled feeling of a private school. All we have is a simple and innocent heart.

In the morning, Su Ping still woke up at sunrise. This was a long-standing habit. Even if he moved to a new place, it would take time to change.

Turning his head to look at the curtain that had not been opened yet, Su Ping tiptoed out of bed. Although he was very careful, the bed board still made a few noises.

But I don’t know if it was because the parents were sleeping so soundly or they didn’t want to do anything even if they heard it, but there was no other noise.

Su Ping did not think much about it. He remembered that his mother usually had a light sleep and would wake up easily. He could only thank God that he did not wake her up today.

With a light sigh, Su Ping walked out of the house holding his shoes, then gently closed them, bent down to put on his shoes, and walked towards the kitchen.

It was a rare opportunity for Su Ping to go home, and he woke up alone, so he decided to make breakfast for himself.

Of course, he can’t say that his cooking skills are very good, but it should be edible. He can only hope that he can do better.

He went to the back of the house to get firewood and dry weeds, walked back to the kitchen and put them under the stove. The fire starter was on the table next to it. Even for Su Ping now, he could easily get it.

With a whoosh, an orange-red flame ignited and burned the dry grass. Su Ping took the opportunity to add firewood. Although this job looks simple, there is actually a lot of knowledge involved.

If the firewood burns too fast, the flame will have no space to burn and will be suppressed. If it burns too slow or too little, the fire will be too small or will go out directly.

But Su Ping had lived here for eight years. Even the dumbest person would have learned it after watching it for so long. Besides, he was not that stupid.

Then he added some water to the pot, ran to wash his hands, rinsed the rice, put the rice into the pot, added an appropriate amount of water, and cooked a pot of porridge.

It is impossible to just cook white porridge without any side dishes. This almost tasteless white porridge is actually difficult to swallow.

In this village beside the fields, there are only a few side dishes, such as pickles, peanuts dipped in salt, or some meat if there is time and conditions.

Su Ping had already made up his mind. He turned around and looked through the supplies in the kitchen. It was a sealed wooden box with four layers in total. There were a few seasonings and some dry food that could be stored for a long time.

He took out a small wooden box from it. Su Ping leaned in and smelled it. There was a faint fragrance of trees inside, and no other strange smell.

"It shouldn't be broken." Su Ping murmured as he opened the lid of the wooden box.

It contains sawdust scraped from trees, which can be used to keep warm and dehumidify. Mixed in the sawdust are peanuts in their shells, each one independent from the others. If you sell them, they don't look very good.

That is why it stays at home.

Su Ping reached out and grabbed a handful, picked out the peanuts, then put the sawdust back, covered the lid, and put it back into the big box, as if sealing it up layer by layer.

The peanuts needed to be shelled, but the shells of peanuts that had not been cooked beforehand were very difficult to peel. This was a job that could not be rushed, but Su Ping had a good idea.

That is to roast it over fire for a short while, and when the outer shell changes a little, it is time to peel it.

He did it right away. He pulled out a burning fire stick from the stove, then strung some twigs together and roasted them over the fire. He peeled the fruits right after they were roasted, otherwise they would get cold again and become more difficult to peel.

The peeled peanuts were placed in the bowl, taking up a small half of it. This was the usual amount of side dishes in their family, and it was the same today.

After poking the fire stick into the sand outside and seeing that it was out, Su Ping clapped his hands, walked over to wash his hands, and rubbed off the carbon ash on them.

Next is the highlight, fried peanuts.

Su Ping waited for a while until the porridge was cooked, then changed the cooking pot to a frying pan, still adding more fire to make it burn vigorously, and added oil to the cold pan.

When the oil starts to bubble and you can feel the heat by placing your palm a few inches above the oil, it is time to put the peanuts in.

All the peanuts in the small bowl were put into the wok, rolling and fluttering back and forth in the oil pan, just like the countless living beings struggling in this time, no one gave in to anyone else, and everyone wanted to be on the top.

At this time, a strainer comes in, as if it fell from the sky, breaking them up to prevent the peanuts from sticking together and sticking to the bottom of the pot.

The big net roamed in the air as if it was in an empty space, and wherever it passed, there were peanuts scattered and tumbling everywhere without exception.

When he felt the time was right, Su Ping scooped up half a bowl of peanuts, drained the excess oil, put out the fire, and waited quietly.

When the sparks in the stove were almost gone, the oil temperature returned to its original level and Su Ping poured it back into the clay pot for future use.

Every time this village cooks or fries something, the unused oil is recycled in this way. Although the next dish may taste a little different, the advantage is that there is no waste.

Then comes the final step of the dish, sprinkling salt.

Su Ping picked up a small pinch of salt with three fingers and carefully sprinkled the salt on the top of the bowl. It was like tiny snowflakes falling, coloring the surface of each peanut.

In this way, this small side dish, which looks easy to form but is actually quite tricky and not easy to make, is finally completed.

Su Ping looked at the small bowl of peanuts with a ruddy complexion. It was not due to his mood, but because of the fire he had just lit.

When Su Ping came out of the kitchen with the dishes in his hand, the half-closed door of the house opened, and his parents walked out together, looking at the little figure with smiles.

After placing the bowl and chopsticks on the table, the figure turned back to look at them and called out, "Dad, Mom, it's time to eat."

"Hey, I'm here." Su Yue agreed, went to the back of the house, washed his face, brushed his teeth, sat down, and took the white porridge his son served.

Li Ying's movements were a little slower. When she came back, she happened to see her son serving porridge to his father, who was her husband.

Looking at the figure that was taller than the table, with its somewhat stretched limbs, and its slightly changed appearance, an unspeakable emotion flashed in her eyes.

She felt that her son's life from birth to walking, talking and writing, going to private school, studying abroad, and now earning a lot of Mora, all seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

I was clearly just a little kid about the same height as a stool at that time, but how come within a short period of time, I was taller than the table and could earn money and cook?

This feeling became stronger day by day in Li Ying's heart after Su Ping went to the private school. Time... passed too fast.

While she was in a daze, she heard a kind call, "Mom, come and eat, try my fried peanuts, are they better than yours?"

"Hey, okay..."