Zhongli is sitting down at the Third-Round Knockout restaurant. He listens to a tale versed by Iron Tongue Tian as he sips on his tea. His eyes are closed as he lets the voices of the people of Liyue ring through his ears as he inhales deeply, the aroma of food pass through his nose.

He opens his eyes when he senses your presence, a small smile resting on his lips as he invites you for a meal. Would you care to join me for dim sum?