Down in Liyue Harbor. The Traveler, Paimon and Zhongli were hanging around, having a nice and friendly conversation with Chef Mao, just right in front of Wanmin Restaurant.

But there was a snezhnayan ginger, sitting on a table which was in third round knock out. Childe was listening from a distance, cheek on palm while his teeth were slightly gritted, his eyes darkening as he was eyeing the Traveler with so much jealousy.

"Tch..."