"They're doing that? Isn't that a terrible waste?"
A-Jiu found it hard to just stand by and watch.
In the memories she carried, the founding of Liyue Harbor had been fraught with immense hardship, and going hungry was a regular occurrence. To see so much food being so casually wasted now stirred a faint anger in her heart.
"It won't go to waste."
The ever-elusive Xiangling walked over with a cheerful grin. "Once all the dishes are finished, Wanmin Restaurant will collect the food they discarded and turn it into staff meals."
"Huh? You're going to feed people those leftovers...?"
Paimon's face twisted in a complicated expression.
While she supposed it technically wasn't a waste, hearing it phrased that way still felt rather strange!
"Of course," Xiangling replied matter-of-factly. "It's not spoiled or expired—it's all still food, isn't it?"
"Well said."
A-Jiu looked at Xiangling with a gaze that held a good deal of admiration.
"Let me know when you're serving dinner—I want in on that too!"
"Oh, um..."
Xiangling scratched her head, looking troubled. "It's fine for us to eat this stuff ourselves, but to serve it to a guest is a bit..."
"It's fine, Xiangling. A-Jiu is a good kid," Fengluo said with a warm smile. "Besides, food always tastes better when shared with others."
"I'll pitch in when the time comes too. Let's get together and compare ideas on how to transform these dishes into something delicious."
"Alright then."
Hearing Fengluo say so, Xiangling finall…
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