Siheyuan starts to activate the task system

"Thank you, Master Liu."

"You are too polite, sir. Can you check and see if there is any problem?"

"Well, no problem."

"Okay, could you please settle the balance?"

"Okay, this is the final payment of 250 yuan. The other 15 yuan is for me to treat you and a few other chefs to a meal."

"The boss is too polite."

"No, Master Liu, you have excellent skills. I want to thank you very much."

Master Liu saw that Zhang Yuan not only paid the bill readily, but also paid extra for them to eat. Seeing Zhang Yuan's insistence, Master Liu did not refuse and immediately accepted the money. He said that they would share it later. It was too wasteful to go to a restaurant, so he should keep the money.

"Boss, if there is any problem with the house, just come to me and I will definitely fix it for you."

"Okay, thank you."

"Boss, I'll take my leave now."

"Walk slowly."

After Master Liu left happily, Zhang Yuan looked around his new home; there were no piles of construction materials, and the house had been cleaned spotlessly, but it was still empty and had no decent furniture.

Zhang Yuan locked the door, asked Yan Bugui for the address of the trust store, and then rode his bike there.

In the trust store, there were only two employees who were sitting there listlessly and dozing off. Even when Zhang Yuan walked in, they just glanced at him and then went about their business. No one paid any attention to Zhang Yuan.

"Comrade, excuse me." Zhang Yuan came up to the two men, took out his Daqianmen, and handed them cigarettes.

Perhaps because Zhang Yuan handed him a cigarette, one of the older employees smiled slightly.

"What do you want to buy?"

"I want to buy some furniture. Is there anything good here?"

“If you want to find good items, they are either in the Forbidden City and museums, or collected by experts.”

"Then I wonder if you have any here?" Zhang Yuan stuffed the remaining half box of Daqianmen into the hands of the old employee.

"Someone just consigned some furniture to us. You can go and take a look."

"But I prefer something with a sense of age. Can you help me judge?"

"It has to be something that looks old. I guess my colleague just said that. We don't have many in the warehouse. This is the price."

“The price is easy to talk about.”

"Okay, come with me upstairs. Xiao Li, can you please help look after the store?"

"Okay."

The young colleague responded casually and continued to doze off with his eyes closed.

"Brother, what's your last name?"

"No need to bother, you can just call me Brother Liu, Wen Dao Liu."

"Brother Liu."

Brother Liu slowly took Zhang Yuan to the second floor. There were many objects on the second floor, but they were all modern objects, so Zhang Yuan did not take a closer look. Brother Liu did not say anything, but continued to walk up one floor. When they reached the third floor, they found the furniture that Zhang Yuan really wanted.

"Look at this eight-immortals table, it's made of huanghuali wood and has carvings from the Qing Dynasty. Next are the wardrobe, bookshelf, and bed." Brother Liu introduced them to Zhang Yuan one by one. These items all belonged to the same owner.

After seeing it, Zhang Yuan already planned to buy it. Later, he also took a fancy to four mahogany boxes, which could be used to store clothes and sundries in the future.

In less than a moment, Zhang Yuan chose a wardrobe and a cupboard, also made of rosewood.

Finally, before Zhang Yuan left, he went to the second floor, found eight chairs that were in pretty good condition, and a desk, and went to the first floor with Brother Liu to pay.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw five or six people coming forward to solicit business. One of them was Wen San, whom Zhang Yuan knew. Wen San had just been bragging to his companions, but when he saw a customer coming out of the trust store, he came up with the others to look for work without even looking at who it was.

"Wen San, why are you here too?"

"Oh, forget it."

Because Zhang Yuan had invited Wen San to drink several times before, and Wen San was familiar with Zhang Yuan, when he heard Zhang Yuan asking about it, Wen San looked embarrassed.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore." Seeing that Wen San had something to hide, Zhang Yuan didn't ask any further questions.

"Brother, do you want to hire someone to move your things?" A man with a crooked neck saw that Zhang Yuan knew Wen San, so he came forward to ask.

"Yes, my house has been newly renovated, so I bought some furniture to fill it up so that the house doesn't look empty and uncomfortable."

"Leave it to us."

"Hey, this is my friend Wen San, brothers, please work harder and don't play tricks on me."

"Look at what you said, Wensan. It seems like we are the same as you."

Everyone laughed.

However, Wen San's words still worked. When moving the large objects, everyone was very careful and did not scratch the wall.

Zhang Yuan gave them 3 yuan and 12 packs of Daqianmen, and they left with smiles on their faces, thanking Zhang Yuan for his generosity as they walked.

"With these furniture, the home is different. Now all it needs is a hostess." After looking at Zhang Yuan's house, Wen San said with emotion.

Wen San took the money and was about to leave, but Zhang Yuan stopped him and asked him to stay for dinner.

Seeing that someone invited him to dinner and drinks, Wen San of course agreed. In addition, the task that Zhang Yuan received from Wen San had not been completed yet, so Zhang Yuan asked Wen San to stay at home while he went out to buy wine and vegetables.

"No need to go to so much trouble, just get some peanuts. I, Wen San, don't care about the ceremony when I drink. As long as I have peanuts, it's fine." Wen San said disapprovingly. Anyway, it's OK to just drink the wine. As for what to use as a side dish, he doesn't care at all. He can even drink a glass of white wine with a small stone dipped in vinegar, just like in the drama.

"No, you haven't tasted my cooking yet. Today I'm going to show you my cooking skills. You should know that my cooking skills are really good now."

"Then thank you first." Wen San bowed.

Zhang Yuan immediately rode his bicycle to the vegetable market. It was already very late and there were not many vegetables and meat in the market. After walking around for a long time, Zhang Yuan could only buy two bones with not much meat on them, a piece of pork offal and a handful of vegetables. Finally, he passed by a supply and marketing store and had originally planned to buy two bottles of Erwotou, but thinking about Wen San's alcohol tolerance, he decided to buy two more bottles.

When Zhang Yuan returned home, he heard laughter and saw Wen San and Yan Bugui chatting.

"Oh, Zhang Yuan is back." The sharp-eyed Yan Bugui noticed Zhang Yuan returning home at the first time and quickly stood up.

"Uncle, please sit down. Why are you here?" Zhang Yuan asked.

"Oh, after you left, I saw your door was open and there was a stranger there, so I was worried that you had been robbed, so I hurried in to ask. Later I found out what happened and almost drove your guest away." Yan Bugui replied.

"Thank you, Uncle. I see you guys are having such a good time chatting. Do you need me to introduce you guys?"

"No, we already know each other."

"Yes, there is no acquaintance without fighting, haha."

"Yes."

"You guys sit down for a while, I'll go cook. Third uncle, you haven't eaten yet, right? How about staying for a quick meal?"