Thus, it made sense why some dishes in Liyue and Mondstadt were so expensive.
The dishes Ryan made used ingredients native to Teyvat, and while they had an effect, it wasn't comparable to those specially prepared.
Whether Braised Pork and Tian Shu Meat used Qingxin or Matsutake, the taste might not differ much, but the effects would surely be vastly different.
"It seems I also need to humbly learn in the culinary arts!" Ryan laughed mockingly.
Now he understood why the leading chef at Good Hunter had a lukewarm attitude towards him.
During their conversations, the other party was always neither warm nor cold.
He opened his backpack, took out Apples, carrots, and tomatoes that horses could eat, and made a vegetarian dish that looked like a salad to test its effects.
The Apples in Teyvat didn't grow seasonally at all, and carrots as large as a person's arm were even more exaggerated.
They must all be influenced by unusual powers in their development.
After feeding the horse, he cooked a meal for himself.
Under the envious gazes of the Treasure Hoarders, he ate a large pot of food.
His terrifying stomach began to rapidly churn and digest, providing energy and nutrients.
Ryan felt hot all over and ran into the rain, finding a deeper puddle to lie down in.
Attacked by the element, he had been continuously drenched in rain, and under the "Blessing of the Spring Sprite," there weren't many wounds on his skin, so it didn't look very serious.
In fact, there were many internal injuries, but he had forcibly suppressed them, appearing calm and collected.
Now that he had eaten and recovered his strength, no longer afraid of the injured Treasure Hoarders, he didn't care if they saw through his facade of strength.
The rain and water seeped into his body, dissolving at the wounds, bringing waves of life force.
The life of a drop of water is very tiny,
But when drops of water gather into a pond, gather into a lake, gather into a sea, the life force they bring is quite considerable.
Ryan finally understood the Spring Sprite's warning.
Do not harm water! What did it mean to betray water!
Human pollution is harming water, consuming the life of water.
The purer the water, the stronger the life aura; the dirtier the water, the weaker the life aura.
The healing time and effect were completely different.
If the consciousness of Pure Hydro Spirit and Spring Sprite is equivalent to humans, then the consciousness of the surrounding water is probably equivalent to ants.
These ant-like water spirits extinguish themselves, merge with their companions, and save their companions.
It embodies the constant will of water, the love of water.
Ryan suddenly thought of a saying, "God loves the world!"
It referred to every God in Teyvat.
Now, he wanted to add, "God's dependents also love the world! God's element also loves the world!"
Perhaps it would change in the future, but at this moment, that was his thought.
The Treasure Hoarders, left to their own devices in the tent by Ryan, watched as Ryan lay in the water, drenched in rain for an hour.
Their faces were full of bewilderment.
"Do Liyue people have such a peculiar hobby? No wonder they have Teyvat's most prosperous harbor, it really opened their eyes, didn't it?"
"But aren't they all believers of Rex Lapis? This one, could he be a believer of the Hydro Archon?"
Ryan got up from the water, feeling refreshed; after the pain of immunity and healing, his body was as good as new.
Next time, when facing the same element, his body would have resistance.
Although he was a mortal, it was impossible to achieve absolute immunity, but he could infinitely approach it through repeated endurance.
By then, challenging a God would not be difficult.
The future is bright, and full of promise!
Wind, Pyro, Hydro, Dendro, Electro, Cryo, all tried! Next time, he would endure Rock Element DMG and complete the seven elements immunity.
Even if each improvement was only zero point zero zero zero… zero something percent, it was still progress.
"You dare to touch Dawn Winery's goods? You're very bold." Ryan stretched, the rain in the sky had lessened, and the horse had almost regained its strength.
"I'll return your words: whether you live or die depends on your own luck. Whether your companions have a conscience and will come back to save you."
"Or, you can save yourselves, bandage up, and limp away?"
"May you… not encounter Hilichurls."
Ryan smiled and flicked five Treasure Hoarder Insignias, fulfilling his promise to spare their lives.
With a slight regret of not obtaining the elemental potion formula, he rode away, completely disregarding the fate of the prisoners.
Green grass slopes and green trees had already appeared on both sides of the canyon.
The sunlight brought a rare rainbow, butterflies fluttered, lizards scurried, frogs croaked in puddles…
Two sturdy old trees, at least several hundred years old, with lush branches and swaying shadows.
They grew at the end of the canyon, separating another vibrant world.
Shrubs, forests, and a wooden sign stood in the distance.
Further away was a magnificent vineyard.
On the wooden sign, "Dawn Winery" was written in two languages.
Neatly arranged grape trellises, winding vines, and purple fruits hidden beneath green leaves.
Ryan was in a pleasant mood.
A gentle breeze blew, and the faintly cyan, transparent, butterfly-shaped elemental creatures spread their illusory wings, shimmering with dazzling bodies.
"Wind Crystal Butterfly!"
Recalling the days in the game spent capturing them daily at Dawn Winery, it was truly leisurely!
"Should I try catching them with a net sometime?"
Ryan's hands itched, but he was afraid of being seen and accused of damaging the grape trellises, leading to demands for compensation, so he could only forcibly put the thought aside.
In reality, other people wouldn't turn a blind eye and let you jump around and mess things up.
"It seems I haven't gone overtime yet."
Ryan arrived at Dawn Winery in the evening and saw the fat man receiving the goods.
The warehouse manager, Ernest.
"Hello! Good Hunter delivery!" Ryan waved.
Ernest took out his dated schedule, "You actually arrived on the last night of the deadline. You didn't leave any goods behind on the way, did you?"
Facing the skepticism, Ryan's attitude turned cold: "Why don't you check it yourself?"
The carriage compartment behind him was completely sealed, clearly untouched, and its exterior showed no damage.
The battle hadn't affected the inside either.
He was curious to see what fault the other party could find; if he was just looking for trouble…
Hmph! Ryan wouldn't mind putting a sack over his head tonight.
"Counted and confirmed. Money for goods!"
"We don't provide service for moving it into the warehouse."
Ryan was all business, took the money, and directly unloaded the goods.
Ernest also had a bad temper; he directly threw down the money bag, deciding to find two workers to move it himself.
The strongest deliveryman, huh!
Bad service attitude! One-star review!
Ryan's face darkened as he looked at the review.
"Are you looking for trouble?"
Moving is not my job, and you dare to give a bad review!
"It's my freedom to give whatever review I want." Ernest smiled, "Liyue person, this is the Mondstadt of freedom."
His temper flared up instantly.
Before Transmigration, I've seen your type who act like Gods.
"You look down on Good Hunter, don't you? Is this how Dawn Winery does business?"
Ernest pointed at the goods: "Move them in, and I'll change it to a good review!"
Ryan sneered: "If you kneeled and begged me before, I might have moved them in. You really think too highly of yourself! Buying something and acting like you own the world!"
In the game, this fat man already showed his terrible personality.
Unexpectedly, he became even worse in reality!
Before, when he worked at Good Hunter, he often heard colleagues complain that this fat man was exceptionally picky.
By relying on collecting and transporting goods for Dawn Winery, he would add personal notes to delivery orders, requesting various strange additions.
Ordering fried radish balls, the price unchanged, but wanting to add several more eggs.
"I'll talk to Sara when I get back to see if she can change this malicious bad review." Ryan thought to himself, but he wasn't in a hurry to leave.
He just sat in the carriage, staring at Ernest, waiting for nightfall.
Ernest felt very uncomfortable under his gaze, and after fumbling in his clothes for a long time for the warehouse key, he became even more uncomfortable!
He seemed to have…
Lost the warehouse key!!!