"Famas, do you need us to do anything for you?"
Entering the small kitchen in Xiangling's backyard, Paimeng looked curiously at Famas who was rummaging through the cabinets looking for bird eggs, and asked softly.
Although she has never made cakes, she has heard that this is a favorite food of people from Fontaine. It is a very soft snack, suitable for enjoying in sunny afternoons.
She and Ying were standing there idle, so they might as well see if they could help.
"If little Paimon wants to help, you can pass this on for me."
The boy in red separated the albumen and egg white of the bird's egg, put them in a bowl respectively, then took out a pair of chopsticks and handed the egg white to the little mascot floating in the air.
"Send away?"
Paimon picked up the small bowl filled with sticky egg white and opened his eyes curiously.
"Just use chopsticks to beat the egg whites into foamy cream."
Famas found a baking pan from the pile of pots and pans in the kitchen, then went into the ice cellar to look for fresh fruit.
Beating egg whites requires repeated monotonous movements. Even if you have a professional egg beater, your arms will be sore, let alone just stirring with two chopsticks.
Paimon usually flies in the air and doesn't get physical exercise. He also eats so much food every day, so he might as well take this opportunity to exercise and lose weight.
"Da da da~"
Famas, who went down to the ice cellar, heard the clatter of bowls and chopsticks in his ears. He was imagining Paimon working hard for delicious food, when suddenly, the sound of stirring stopped.
"The wind is stirring!"
As the girl's crisp shout rang out, a large amount of wind elemental power gathered on the surface. Famas, holding apples and raspberry jam, hurriedly climbed up the cellar ladder, revealing half of his head to peek.
The small bowl that was originally in Paimon's hand has been transferred to Ying's hand. Sharp winds condensed in the girl's palm, and she was rapidly stirring the egg whites in the pottery bowl instead of chopsticks.
The viscous egg white has become white and flawless, just like the rice milk used to paste the couplets during the Liyue New Year, but it is thicker than the rice milk, showing a soft foam appearance.
“Traveler is so awesome!”
Paimon excitedly cheered for the girl. The girl's skirt and the ribbon on her back fluttered with the gathering of wind elements.
"certainly!"
Zu Ying followed Paimon's example and raised her head proudly.
Unexpectedly, the cyan wind element mass in the palm of his hand tilted as the body swayed, and the pottery bowl filled with foamed egg white gradually trembled.
"The power of the wind element seems to have been compressed too much..."
Paimon, who was familiar with Ying, was the first to react. He hurriedly stretched out his little hand and held it on the edge of the porcelain bowl, trying to stabilize the cracked container.
"Bang!"
The wind elements gathered in the girl's palm exploded, and pieces of the porcelain bowl and freshly beaten egg whites sputtered out in all directions.
The power of the explosion was not as great as imagined. After all, it was only a palm-sized elemental force.
However, the splashing egg white foam spread all over the kitchen. The ingredients and seasoning bottles prepared on the table flew far away and scattered on the ground. Ying, who always cherished words like gold, opened his mouth unusually, and the tip of his nose and face were covered with milky white. Bubbles, amber golden eyes were soaked with a confused look.
Who am I and where am I? Why did the usually stable wind element explode?
The girl's blurred eyes, combined with the slightly red cheeks and cream foam, looked strangely pleasing to the eye.
Paimon, who was blown away by the shock wave, spun around a few times, ignoring the white egg white on his body, holding on to his dizzy head, and stumbled towards the dull blonde girl, whimpering in a childish voice: "Ying, are you okay? ?do not scare me……"
Little Paimon shook the naive traveler anxiously, not noticing at all that his palm was pressing on Ying's chest, causing the already slippery cream to soak more in a certain direction.
"Paimon, you're going to knock me out."
Feeling a cold feeling coming from her chest, Ying, who was stunned in place and thinking about the reason, finally reacted. She lowered her head and covered her chest, stopping Paimon from grabbing her little hand.
However, the traveler who lowered his head happened to face Famas who peeked out of the ice cellar.
The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.
The boy in red still had a strange smile on his lips that he didn't have time to take back.
"Fa...Famas!"
Ying's wet golden eyes widened. Normally, these eyes always gave people a sense of innocence, which made the Liyue merchant who saw the girl couldn't help but feel soft and offer a lower price.
But at this time, combined with the pale white foamed egg white on her clothes and face, it made people feel guilty about wanting to bully her.
"I did not see anything."
Famas stretched out his hands and covered his eyes as a gesture.
This kind of action gave Ying a sense of shame, and she always felt sticky between her legs and neck.
During the past few days in Liyue, Xingqiu, the young master of Feiyun Chamber of Commerce, often recommended some strange books to Ying.
Before handing the porcelain bowl to Paimon, Famas also added some sugar to the bowl. His original intention was to make the foaming process easier and make the egg whites smoother and more delicate.
As a result, the good egg whites were fried by the two girls.
The stirred white sugar falls on the clothes and will naturally stick together after solidification.
"Well! Famas, tell me if it's you who did this!"
Paimon also saw Famas, who had escaped disaster because he went to get the ingredients. He quickly rushed to the boy in red and wanted to apply the sticky foamed egg white on Famas's hair.
"watch out!"
"Paimon, don't be ridiculous..."
Ying was still in a shy state. Just as she was about to stop the little mascot, Famas pretended to cover her eyes when Paimon pounced on her and smeared a large amount of cream on the boy's plush fur. .
"Paimon, you're dead!"
The little Paimon who succeeded in the attack immediately hid behind Ying. Famas opened the jam jar in his hand and was about to fight back. Master Mao, who was cooking in the front kitchen, also heard the sound of the explosion. He put down the iron pot in his hand and walked around. Walk out from behind the curtain.
Just in time to see Ying and Paimon looking embarrassed, and Famas trying to control his expression.
"Huh? How did it happen?"
Master Mao took a deep breath after seeing the current situation clearly. This was his daughter Xiangling's most precious kitchen. The cooking utensils and utensils were all custom-made by the blacksmith of Qingcezhuang. They were usually reluctant to touch them, but now they were smashed all over the floor. When Xiangling came back from Yujingtai, wouldn't she blame her father?
"Master Mao, we didn't do it on purpose..."
Paimeng opened his mouth to defend with a guilty conscience, but at this moment, a customer's call for food came from outside the Wanmin Hall. Master Mao hurriedly turned his head to deal with it, and before leaving, he did not forget to warn:
"Hey, you go to Xiangling's room to wash up first."
"I'll clean up the kitchen later!"
Seeing the embarrassed Ying and Paimon, as well as Famas hiding in the cellar, Master Mao could only sigh. After confirming that the three of them were fine, he got back to the busy work in the kitchen.
When Master Mao left, Famas and Paimon, who were holding jam, stared with big eyes, and Ying burst out laughing.
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