B&B system: the daily hard work of foodie hosts

The sun was shining brightly outside, and Mr. Fang was sweating inside the room.

He was considering the possibility of going there himself. There must be something special about the places where prefects go.

"How long has Master Wei been there, and when will he be able to leave?" Mr. Fang asked Ergou.

This is not to force someone to do something. Ergou is just a gangster who followed Master Fang. How could someone like him find out about Magistrate Wei's itinerary.

"This villain really didn't know. They had a conflict at the door at that time, and we didn't know what happened after we left."

Later, he didn't dare to look at it because he was afraid that he would know something he needed to know, and was eventually liquidated by the prefect of Wei.

"Master Wei is the prefect, and those people must have offered those persimmons with both hands before they rushed up to fawn over him.

Find someone to send a letter to my aunt, saying that I recently got a new gadget and I want to give it to her. "

Young Master Fang didn't really want that persimmon, but he couldn't hold back after being bragged by the prince, and wanted to find it and try it.

"Yes." The servant beside him responded and went out to do errands.

"Young Master is fine, I'll go down first." Seeing that they had stabilized Young Master Fang, Ergou wanted to run away now.

Mr. Fang's mind was full of how to use Aunt Fang to get the persimmons he wanted from Mr. Wei. He didn't even bother to talk to Ergouzi and waved his hand to send him away.

The white clouds blocked most of the sunlight, giving the plants some space to breathe.

Yesterday there was a cold wind, and today it was a scorching sun. After all, the sun won the sky.

Luo Wanyu woke up at three o'clock, put on light clothes, and went to the study to get a small notebook.

She needs to plan what fruits to grow in that fruit field. Even if she is not a fruit farmer, she needs to hire professionals in the system mall to take care of it.

On the first floor, I met Lin Xiyue who was about to go out. It was rare to see Lin Xiyue going out in so many days.

She used to think that she was a homebody who just stayed in her room and drew sketches all day long. She was a social worker and probably didn't know how to communicate with others. But now it seemed that she was just overthinking things.

Look at Miss Lin in front of her. She is a homebody and a coward. She hardly goes out and is untouchable when she goes out. Perfect for avoiding everyone.

And she!

The home girl needs to earn living expenses, so she can only draw at home.

If she cannot submit the manuscript on time, she will not only have no food to eat, but also no place to live.

As for the social fear, she didn't go out. The one she communicated with most was the delivery boy, and she just said these two words, "Thank you" at the door.

Occasionally when I have a lot of work, I will go out with my friends to find delicious food.

It's true that she doesn't know how to communicate with others. When her boss urges her to write a manuscript, she can only say one sentence: "Let's keep drawing. It will be done soon."

Is it because we don’t spend much time together that’s why we are so cold?

I ran around with random thoughts in my mind, recalling my personality and work style.

"Wanyu, the guests have feedback and I want to talk to you." Aunt Zhang called to Luo Wanyu who was about to go out.

"Okay, let's go to Qiuting." Luo Wanyu said, suddenly falling in love with the feeling of swinging.

"Okay." Aunt Zhang followed Luo Wanyu out. Shopkeeper Liu was still guarding the bar, but there was an extra wicker chair so he could lie down.

Comfortable and leisurely, this place does not feel like a business inn, but more like a village where three friends gather together.

There are no strict rules, just enjoy and relax here.

"Aunt Zhang, what feedback do guests have?" Luo Wanyu sat on the hanging chair swing and found her favorite position to nest in it.

"Wanyu, the guests don't like the color of our bedding." Aunt Zhang came up and played straight.

Luo Wanyu understood what was going on as soon as she heard it. People here didn't like the color white and thought it was an unlucky symbol.

In later generations, white meant cleanness. You can tell whether a room is clean just by looking at its bedding.

"Okay. I will prepare some later and give them to the guests to try out and choose the most popular ones."

When the system prepares bedding, it is prepared according to the hotel's highest standards, and the quilt is as light as a cloud.

Lying on the bed is like falling into soft cotton, and being wrapped in it is like returning to the mother's body and making people feel comfortable.

"Okay. Stay away from the sun, it will burn you out." After Aunt Zhang finished speaking, she was about to leave to clean up the vacated Lotus Garden. Before leaving, he did not forget to care about her.

Fair skin is what every girl wants. Now that she has the whitening tool of bitter melon juice, Luo Wanyu will drink a glass of it every day.

The taste has not improved yet, and the bitterness makes people's scalp numb, but the effect is crazy.

She is as fair as jade and can be broken by a bomb, which is her current state.

Who can say not to be envious of skin like this?

Wangfu.

"Master, your poems are now known to everyone in Qingyang Mansion. Everyone in Qingyang Mansion knows your reputation as a great talent."

"Hmph, I am so talented that I can write such a poem that amazes the world."

Young Master Wang was not ashamed to boast, but Pu Cong beside him looked at him with admiration.

It was as if he really was some kind of peerless poet descended from the earth.

"Have you found the location I asked you to inquire about?" Master Wang asked.

"I found it. It's just outside the city. You can drive there at noon."

During this period, many people inquired about Youyuan Inn, and even people who passed by Xingshang and only stayed in Qingyang Fucheng for half a day knew about it.

"Okay, prepare some things for me and go tomorrow." After giving instructions to his servants, Master Wang went out to find his own mother.

Yaxian Courtyard is the courtyard where the mistress of the Wang family lives. Inside, maids and servants come and go, carrying pots of blooming chrysanthemums.

"Madam, is she in the house?" Master Wang caught a maid who was coming in and out and asked.

"Yes, Madam is in the elegant hall." The maid answered respectfully and left holding the flower in her arms.

The entire Yaxian Courtyard was noisy, and the ground was covered with soil spilled from flower pots.

"Mother." Young Master Wang shouted while looking at Mrs. Wang who was sitting on top, flipping through a book.

Mrs. Wang was very happy to see her son. This son had been giving her a hard time recently: "Why is my son here?"

Young Master Wang obediently sat next to Mrs. Wang and gave her a cup of hot tea: "Mom, I'm going to Youyuan Inn tomorrow, please give me some money."

He was going to spend money tomorrow and the money he received from the accountant was not as much as what his mother gave him.

Mrs. Wang's eyes were kind: "Okay, would you like my mother to go with you tomorrow?"

"No need, I'm such an old man, so I can take my mother with me wherever I go."

"Okay, okay, okay. Mom won't go. I'll ask the cashier to give you whatever you want tomorrow. I'll say hello to them." Of course Mrs. Wang, who dotes on her son, will not refuse. She also hopes that her son will continue to make her happy.

"Sir, in front of you should be the Youyuan Inn, which is rumored to be very popular in Qingyang Mansion."

The driver drove the carriage and saw the yard under the bamboo mountain safely located. According to the information he heard, the legendary Youyuan Inn was in front of him.

"Okay, let's go take a look too." The master lifted the car curtain and saw a village with flowers blooming in the distance.

"Cherry, grape, peach, kiwi..." What should I choose? Luo Wanyu was sitting on the swing with her book in her arms, looking at the white clouds turning into pony in the sky and thinking.

His hand unconsciously sketched on the notebook, and a little pony appeared on the notebook.