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

Lin Xiyue felt a little reluctant to see Mrs. Jiang stay.

It was the first time she was so happy when she came here, freedom was by her side.

She was as happy as a little bird, leaving behind her laughter in this mountain forest.

"I will come here to plant some green grass in the afternoon. Do you want to come and play?"

Luo Wanyu looked at the small water pool that she was about to rename, remembering its current appearance, but it would not be visible tomorrow.

"I won't be coming in the afternoon. I've had a lot of trouble this morning. My back is sore now. It's too uncomfortable."

Lin Xiyue hasn't shown that grinning look yet, it's all the rules she learned that constrain her.

"Okay, go down and I'll ask Aunt Wu to make you a medicinal meal to relieve your fatigue. After eating, have a good rest in the afternoon."

Luo Wanyu immediately recommended the medicinal diet she had eaten to her.

"Okay. I want to eat something sweet. Do you have any recommendations?"

She drank too much bitter melon juice recently, and Lin Xiyue felt like she was going to be pickled.

"It's true. When you get up from your lunch break, go to the kitchen and ask Aunt Wu to make it for you."

Milk tea is also available. I never thought about doing this before.

She herself was fed by the system, so she didn't care about it at all.

Going down the mountain is always harder than going up the mountain. Those sore legs feel like they are not your own.

After a long time, I finally went down the mountain and went directly to the dining room from the back door of the cafeteria.

Sitting on the chairs, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wanyu, you are back."

Aunt Wu caught sight of them both with a good look.

"They dug a lot of bamboo shoots today, and I'll cook them a whole bamboo shoot feast soon. I think the chef I've hired is in place."

It was rare for Luo Wanyu to see her outside the kitchen at noon.

"Here we are. It might give me a little free time."

Even if Aunt Wu is a robot, she can't endure working like this all day long. She has to give her some time to recharge.

"It's good if I can share the burden with you, but we can't tire out our Aunt Wu."

Luo Wanyu leaned back in her chair and looked lazily at Lin Xiyue who was motionless, remembering her request for something sweet, "Make Miss Lin a cup of milk tea and mousse cake this afternoon."

Give her old customers something different, no girl can refuse sweet cakes and milk tea.

Aunt Wu asked carefully: "Okay, does Miss Lin have any taboos?"

Lin Xiyue said in a lazy tone: "No, it's better to be sweeter. I've been turning into a bitter melon lately."

She has paid the price for becoming beautiful and white, and now she wants to be happier.

After resting for enough time and feeling like she could move, Lin Xiyue was supported back to her room by Xia Qin beside her.

Luo Wanyu looked at her back, these young ladies still need to exercise.

Otherwise, they will not be able to participate in interesting activities such as picking up mushrooms in the future.

They can't see those cute little monkeys either, what a pity.

"You only ate three buns this morning. Are you hungry after a long day of activity?"

After all the outsiders left, Aunt Wu asked with concern.

"I kind of want to eat crab roe soup dumplings. Aunt Wu will make them tomorrow morning."

Luo Wanyu was aroused and hadn't ordered food for a long time.

Mainly because Aunt Wu’s cooking is so good that she doesn’t have to think about what to eat every day. It’s so happy.

"Okay, is there anything else you want to eat? I'll cook it for you later."

Now that there are more people, Aunt Wu has a little free time. She just wants to take care of Luo Wanyu's stomach.

Luo Wanyu likes this feeling of being pampered, and I believe no one will refuse it.

"Then Aunt Wu, please make me a bowl of noodles with soybean paste. I will take people up the mountain in the afternoon, and make me some snacks to take with me."

Stepping forward and holding Aunt Wu's arm, Luo Wanyu began to act coquettishly.

Even if Aunt Wu is a robot, she can't resist the beautiful and delicate girl's act of coquettishness.

There is such a sense of déjà vu, good, good, yes, yes, life will give you a sense of déjà vu.

Is this the charm of sweetness? I can't stop it.

"Okay, I'll do it for you now." Aunt Wu still stretched out her sinful hand and touched Luo Wanyu's balls.

The shiny black and smooth hair feels so good that you can't help but want to touch it.

Luo Wanyu was soon left alone in the dining room. There was still a little time before dinner time. No one had entered the dining room yet, but there were already a lot of voices in the courtyard.

"There is the fragrance of tea here, such a strong fragrance, how fragrant does this tea taste like?"

There are already tea lovers who start fantasizing about the taste in their mouths.

"This tree has old leaves that can still emit such a strong smell. I wonder if these leaves can be used to make tea."

Another diner came here because of its reputation. The person who went back after eating yesterday described what he saw here vividly.

It has aroused the greed of many gourmets, and they all know how to endure it. They came here early this morning, waiting to eat the delicacies that are said to be delicious on the tongue.

Unexpectedly, before the delicious food was even in my mouth, my attention was attracted by the tea tree in the courtyard.

"No, you are such a picky old guy. You are so crazy that you actually attracted the attention of other people's tea trees. Take two pieces with you when you pick them."

The person who spoke also had no martial ethics. Luo Wanyu was naive after all. She thought this person was trying to dissuade the other party with nice words, but she didn't expect him to be waiting behind him.

Everyone is thinking about her tea tree. Fortunately, she chose to plant it in the dining hall.

If it is planted in the back hill, you don’t know when it will be harvested.

"You black-hearted person, can you just take this thing that belongs to the owner? You want to harm me!"

The old man who is a foodie is not a fool. How can he not know what his companion is planning?

"If you are willing to go in, pick some and share it, I will pay for today's meal."

The two of them were chatting animatedly in the courtyard, completely unaware that their behavior was under the eyes of the innkeeper.

"Come on, I'll pay for today's food. Even if you want to live here, I'll pay for everything."

The greedy glutton was really greedy. Luo Wanyu's eyesight was so good that she could see the other person swallowing his saliva.

The Qingling tea tree grows quietly in the small courtyard, exuding endless charm.

...

"Have you heard? Yesterday I followed the people who went to Youyuan Inn and came back."

"I heard that the second uncle's third grandson's brother-in-law's brother-in-law next door went and said the food was delicious."

"What are you talking about? I heard about the flower banquet inside. Three taels of silver per table, and you have to wait for a long time."

Everyone in Qingyang City talks about Youyuan Inn. Anyone who says they don’t know Youyuan Inn is falling behind the times.

The rest of them didn't bother to talk to people who didn't know, and turned around to talk to those who knew.

"You don't know, it is said that there can be a kind of fish that is sour and sweet. It is sweet. Sugar is so expensive."

A man buying vegetables on the street said that sugar is not enough for sweetening, but some people actually use it to make fish.

"Then you haven't heard that the fish is delicious, even better than the salted fish we pickle ourselves."

The fat aunt next door also said.

For a time, the streets and alleys, as well as teahouses and restaurants, were all the topic of Youyuan Inn.

This is on the hot list, it’s a blast.

"Then I know something you don't know."

The owner of the wonton stall next to him saw everyone talking enthusiastically and was ready to tell them something different.

But he is very good at telling the truth and stops talking in the middle of a sentence.