Chapter 50
Inside the train, everyone gathered for dinner. Tonight's meal was especially lavish—Yuri and Xiangling had cooked twelve different dishes.
Since it was a communal feast, Yuri decided to serve everything in large bowls. Twelve steaming pots of food and three pots of rice were placed on the table. Everyone could take whatever they liked.
The four little ones sat in their seats, eating and chatting. As children, they naturally couldn't sit still for long.
Jing Yuan, Zhongli, and Welt each took a large bowl, filled it with rice, and topped it with various dishes before making their way to the floor-to-ceiling window. They stood together, eating and talking, enjoying the atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Gepard, Topaz, Bronya, and the others were also eating together, the table filled with lively chatter.
During dinner, the conversation turned to memories of home.
Bronya looked at Jing Yuan curiously. "General, what's your favorite dish from Luofu?"
Jing Yuan chuckled, setting his bowl down momentarily. "Back when I was a child, there was a small street in Luofu called Jinren Lane. There was an old vendor who made the best steamed buns filled with sweet lotus paste. I'd save up just to buy one, and it would make my entire day."
Bronya smiled. "It's funny how food can bring back the strongest memories. In Belobog, we had simple but hearty stews. When I was younger, I'd sneak into the kitchen and watch the cooks prepare them. The warmth of the pot and the scent of simmering broth always made the cold winters more bearable."
Paimon, listening eagerly, interjected, "Well, Paimon thinks the best food is whatever's on this table right now!" She scooped another spoonful of rice into her mouth, savoring the rich flavors.
Zhongli, with his usual calm demeanor, added, "Every culture has its own comfort food. In Liyue, nothing compares to a well-prepared plate of Golden Shrimp Balls and a cup of Osmanthus wine. They remind me of simpler times."