In Liyue, there's a place called Chihu Rock, and there stands a restaurant known as Wanmin Restaurant.

One must remain focused if they want to keep moving forward on the bustling streets of Liyue.

Unsuspecting newcomers to this place are often lured away by wonderful culinary aromas or lead to peek inside stores by curious sounds.

Xiangling, who is both chef and waitress at the restaurant, delivers steaming, delicious dishes to the tables.

"Sit anywhere you'd like. I can make whatever you want, even if it's not on the menu!"

Her eyes light up as she speaks, and her tone carries excitement throughout the restaurant. She takes a step closer to you, leaning in slightly "I recommend something special I've been working on. Try my Sizzling Spice-Crusted Panfried Mountain Ranchu! It's pancake batter made from refined mountain wheat, fried to perfection and filled with juicy spiced shrimp, fragrant squid, sweet bamboo shoots, crunchy wood ear mushrooms... and a secret ingredient that will have you coming back for more!"

Blushing deeply, Xiangling bows her head in embarrassment and pleasure. "T-thank you... I'm so glad you enjoyed it!" she stammers. Her eyes meet yours for a moment before looking away again quickly, a small smile playing on her lips.

"A private lesson? I'd be happy to! Just tell me when you're free, and we can schedule something. I promise it'll be fun!" Her cheerful demeanor returns as she clasp her hands together excitedly. "Maybe we could even make some dishes with ingredients unique to Liyue? That would be such a treat!"

"That's wonderful! Shall we get started right now?" Xiangling asks, gesturing for you to follow her to a small side room behind the kitchen. Inside are a few tables and some extra cooking equipment. "This should be private enough for our lesson!" she says brightly as she leads the way.

Nodding with excitement, Xiangling motions for you to sit at one of the tables. "First things first," she says as she retrieves a small notebook and pencil from her apron pocket, "I want to know what kind of dishes or techniques you'd like to learn!"

With her notebook in hand, Xiangling begins scribbling down notes and ideas with a quick but steady pace. "Wonderful! Let's start off by making a Liyue staple: Mushroom and Vermicelli Soup!" She gestures toward the table as she speaks, piling out several types of mushrooms and vermicelli noodles. "First, we'll need to clean and slice the mushrooms finely..."

"Very good!" Xiangling compliments as she cuts up some fresh garlic and begins frying it in a wok. "After that, we'll stir-fry the mushrooms with the garlic until they release their aroma." She pauses to sprinkle a mysterious red powder over the mushrooms before adding them to the wok, then pours in some broth. "Now we'll simmer it for a while so all the flavors can mix together perfectly."

While the soup simmers, Xiangling turns her attention to the vermicelli noodles. She quickly cooks them in a pot of boiling water before rinsing them under cold water to stop the cooking process. Once they're drained, she cuts them into bite-sized pieces and adds them to the wok with the mushrooms and garlic. "Now we'll let it all simmer together for just a bit longer," she explains, stirring occasionally to ensure everything mixes evenly.

Meanwhile, you lean over to take a closer look at her notebook, spotting several other tantalizing recipes written there. "What about those other ideas?" you ask curiously.

Blushing deeply, Xiangling bows her head in embarrassment and pleasure. "T-thank you... I'm so glad you enjoyed it!" she stammers. Her eyes meet yours for a moment before looking away again quickly, a small smile playing on her lips. "I can't wait to show you more of my recipes! And hey, if there's anything in particular you want me to teach you, just let me know."

Excited to teach you more, Xiangling nods eagerly as she tastes the soup and deems it ready. "Now all we need are some fresh herbs," she says, stepping over to a nearby windowsill lined with potted plants. After plucking several sprigs of cilantro and basil, she returns to your side of the table and adds them to the wok with a flourish. "There we go! Now it's time to serve." She pours the hot soup into bowls and garnishes each one with a sprig of fresh herb before setting them down in front of you. "Here you go, my special creation: Xiangling's Spicy Mushroom and Vermicelli Soup! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed teaching you how to make it." She beams at you with pride, clearly thrilled to share her passion for cooking.

Her eyes widen as you mention the side effect, clearly taken aback at first. But then she grins shyly and blushes deeply, looking away bashfully. "I-I'm glad you like it... but um..." She glances over to make sure no one else is watching before leaning in close. "If that happens a lot after eating my food," she whispers, "maybe it means I should add more of... certain ingredients?" Her cheeks flush even brighter as she says the word "ingredients."

Her breath catches in her throat, and she quickly looks away, trying to hide the blush creeping up her neck. "Well," she stammers softly, "I-I'd better get back to work... don't want anyone else having a reaction like that!" She gathers up the used ingredients and wipes down the table quickly before making her way back to tend to customers at the restaurant.

As you watch her go, you can't help but feel a pang of regret. Perhaps she misunderstood your question? You decide to try one more time. Slipping out from behind the counter and onto the busy streets of Liyue, you search for Xiangling until you spot her at the front counter.

"Miss Xiangling!" you call, waving to get her attention. She turns around, startled for a moment before recognition dawns on her face. "Oh, hello again!" she says with a warm smile, hurrying over to greet you properly. "What can I do for you?"

"Nothing important," you say hastily, feeling heat creep up your own cheeks as well now. "I just wanted to thank you again... and apologize if my question before was inappropriate." She tilts her head slightly, waiting patiently for you to continue.

Her eyes widen in surprise before slowly narrowing, as if she's considering your words carefully. Then, her lips quirk up into a tiny smile that quickly grows wider and more genuine. "It's okay," she says with a soft chuckle. "I think... maybe I could try to add even more love to my cooking." She glances down for a moment before meeting your gaze again, her cheeks flushed brightly now. "And if you ever want to taste more of it..." Her voice trails off suggestively, and she bites her lower lip, clearly blushing harder than ever.

"W-well..." Xiangling stammers, clearly caught off guard by your suggestion. Her cheeks burn redder than ever as she hesitates, unsure of what to say or do. She glances around nervously before nodding slowly, finally mustering up the courage to trust her instincts and follow where they lead.

"Alright," she whispers, "let's go back to the side room." Together, you lead her through the bustling restaurant and back into the more private space where you two first shared a cooking lesson. Xiangling closes the curtain behind them, shutting out the noise of patrons and waitstaff alike as they are left alone in an intimate haven filled with tantalizing scents and the promise of unexplored passion.

"I-I don't know if... this is a good idea..." Xiangling trails off nervously, unsure whether she should admit how much your words have affected her. Her heart races as she waits for you to react, her gaze locked onto yours, hoping for some reassurance that what they're about to do is right.

As your lips meet hers, Xiangling lets out a soft sigh, her nervousness melting away under the heat of your kiss. Her hands find their way to your shoulders as she leans into you, deepening the connection between them. Her tongue darts forward tentatively, tracing the contours of your mouth and teasing you with hints of what's to come.

Her heart races faster than ever now, her body responding to this newfound desire that seems to have erupted from within her. The world around them fades away as they lose themselves in each other, lost in a haze of passion and the intoxicating scent of spices mingling with their own unique blend of flavors.

Her breath catches in her throat as you undress her, reveling in the feel of your hands on her skin. She moans softly, arching into you as desire burns hotter and faster through her veins. With a shaky breath, she reaches for the hem of your shirt, eager to explore every inch of your body with her fingers, tastes of you with her lips and tongue.

As the last thread of clothing comes off, they are bathed in the warm light from the overhead lamp, each other's bodies on full display for the first time. Xiangling lays back against the table, legs spread invitingly as she watches you approach with hungry eyes and a desire burning bright within her.

Her breath comes in quick little gasps as you touch her, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. No, this isn't her first time, but it might as well be with how badly she's craving the feel of your skin against hers. Her hands tremble as they reach out to explore the hard planes of your chest and stomach, tracing patterns over your taut muscles in anticipation of what comes next.

She glances up at you through her lashes, eyes bright with emotion as she whispers, "Please..." Her voice is hoarse from wanting, needing this connection between them to continue unabated. She spreads her legs further apart, offering herself fully to your touch and gaze, hungry for the intimacy that can only come from sharing this moment together.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push deeper, the sensation so foreign yet somehow perfectly right. She arches her back, pressing herself further into your touch as she clings to you desperately, lost in a haze of pleasure and the heady rush of finally giving in to this newfound desire. Her eyes roll back in her head, lips parted as she gasps for air between moans, her body trembling with every stroke of your hips against hers.

She's never felt so connected to someone before, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as they explore each other for the first time. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even as she pleads for you to go slower, her voice a mixture of desire and disbelief that this could possibly be happening between them. But there's no denying it now; their love is written across their flushed skin in bright red letters, the proof of their shared journey from cooking classroom to bed.

"P-patrick..." She pants his name out, her voice hoarse with want, as she feels the edge of something approaching too quickly, threatening to push them both over the brink into ecstasy. The sensation is almost unbearable but it only makes her crave more, needing this connection between them to last forever.

The sensation of your lips against hers sends shockwaves through her already tingling body, making her moan into the kiss even as you thrust deeper inside her. She arches her back further, pressing her breasts against your chest as she loses herself in the feeling of being so perfectly connected to you.

Her hips begin to move with yours now, a rhythm born from desire and instinct guiding them both toward release. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder, leaving tiny red lines behind that only serve to heighten her sense of pleasure, of belonging in this moment with you. "Oh God... Patrick..." she whispers between moans as the familiar tightening begins deep within her core, signaling that their climax is near.

Her muscles clench around you, drawing you even closer as her orgasm washes over her in waves of blissful release. Her body tenses and shudders under yours, and she cries out your name hoarsely into the steamy air, her voice muffled by your kiss. The sensation spurs you on, driving you toward your own climax as you rock against her, filling her with the proof of their love.

As you both ride the waves of pleasure together, she wraps her legs around your waist and holds onto you for dear life, lost in the euphoria of their shared connection. With a final thrust that pushes them both over the edge, your bodies arch toward each other as release washes over you like a tidal wave, leaving nothing but hot, sweet satisfaction in its wake.

Your heart races against hers as you collapse on top of her, chests heaving in unison. For a moment, there's silence save for the sound of their labored breathing and the patter of sweat dripping onto the table between them. Then Xiangling turns

With her head nestled against your shoulder, Xiangling lets out a contented sigh. "Of course it's okay," she whispers softly. "It feels... right." Her words are laced with lingering pleasure as she revels in the afterglow of their shared experience. Her fingers idly trace patterns on your back, enjoying the feeling of skin against skin even now that the initial urgency has passed.

"Patrick," she starts, hesitating for a moment before continuing tentatively. "Do you think... maybe we could do this again?" She glances up at you shyly from beneath her lashes, searching your face for any signs of disappointment or regret. In spite of her worries, there's an unmistakable hope in her eyes that tells you she wants this to be the beginning of something more.

Her lips curve into a bright, happy smile at your answer. "Really?" she asks in disbelief, as if she can't quite believe her good fortune. The thought of spending more time with you like this fills her heart with warmth and excitement for whatever the future might hold.

She presses a soft kiss to your neck, savoring the salty taste of your skin and the masculine scent that clings to you. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "I'm glad we found this..." she pauses, searching for the right words "...this special connection." Her fingers thread through your hair, tugging gently as if to draw you even closer.

As the warmth of your lips touches her skin, Xiangling's body responds in kind, growing even more aroused. Her breath hitches at the sensation of your tongue flicking across her nipple, sending shivers down her spine. She arches her back involuntarily, pressing herself closer against you as she lets out a soft moan of pleasure.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even as she whispers your name in hoarse tones between panting breaths. The feel of your erection against her thigh only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins, making it clear that this connection they've found goes far deeper than mere physical attraction.

"Oh Patrick..." she breathes, eyes closing as another shudder runs through her body in anticipation of what might come next. Her hips begin to move against yours in silent encouragement, offering herself up for your exploration and pleasure.