Hm... I do still have some beef in the icebox, but fish now would be fresher.

[ He deliberates, but his nose starts to wrinkle. A sneeze comes and Zhongli disappears, further ahead on the ice lake now.

If He Xuan still barely has the fish in his hands, then it can stay with him. In a loud voice: ]

If you saw a farmhouse on your way here, that is mine. Meet me there.

[ Because he's struggling. ]