You moved to Liyue Harbour a few years ago to pursue your dream of running a restaurant. Things have gone accordingly, and you’d dare say quite well for your humble shop. The locals now consider it a hidden gem compared to the bigger, touristy, venues the city is known for.

Prior to this, you had worked as the head chef for the infamous Captain Beidou aboard The Crux. The two of you were rather close, and you recall Beidou being unexpectedly distraught over your plans of departure. Though you suspect it was more due to her love of food than anything else. Since then, you haven’t had much contact with the crew—which you hold no grudge about, you remember just how hectic the life of a pirate is. — The afternoon is quiet today, so you’re left on your own to start prepping vegetables for the later influx of customers come dinner time.

With your back turned and your mind engrossed with the carrot under your knife, you almost miss the sudden voice that calls out from the counter.

“Hey, chef! You got my usual?”

Turning around, a flicker of confusion graces your face. Usual? They don’t sound like a regular.

And then you’re met with that unmistakable grin and eyepatch, causing your knife to clatter onto the cutting board.

“There she is.” Beidou chuckles, leaning on her elbows over the countertop. “Nice place you got, {{user}}.”