The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

They finally arrived at their first mission location—a pastry shop with quaint, elegant decor. He Qingming approached the owner, pulled a carefully prepared ticket from his pocket, and handed it to him. The owner took the ticket, quickly glanced at it, then pulled out an exquisitely crafted rotating compass from under the counter and gently placed it in front of He Qingming and Ying Meng.

"Now, you can spin this compass. The square you turn to represents the type of pastry you need to make," the owner explained with a smile, flicking the compass with his finger, and it began to slowly spin. Curious, Ying Mei leaned closer and saw a dense array of pastry names on the compass, from traditional mung bean and red bean cakes to trendy macarons and mousse cakes. There was a wide variety, everything you could imagine.

"Boss, what does this turntable game mean?" Ying Mei couldn't help but ask curiously. Although she had already roughly guessed how the game worked, she still wanted to hear the owner's personal explanation. The owner patiently explained, "Each square on this compass corresponds to a type of pastry. After turning the compass, you have to make the pastry that the needle stops on."

Ying Huan turned to look at He Qingming, who smiled faintly. He walked over and gently touched her head, as if to tell her: "No matter where we turn, it's lucky for us, because this is an adventure we've experienced together."

He Qingming's fingers gently and rhythmically touched the edge of the compass. As his fingers gently turned, the needle on the dial seemed to come alive and began to spin happily. Like a playful child, under He Qingming's control, its speed gradually increased, then slowly slowed, finally coming to a stop on the words "Peach Blossom Cake." He Qingming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of satisfaction, as if the result wasn't surprising. He turned, his gaze firm and confident, and nodded, indicating his readiness and anticipation for the next challenge.

The boss looked at He Qingming, a hint of helplessness and worry in his eyes. He was well aware of the difficulty of making peach blossom cakes. Previous challengers had failed to meet his expectations, their failures giving him a headache and making him doubt He Qingming's success. Despite this, he patiently demonstrated the peach blossom cake making process, from selecting ingredients to kneading the dough to steaming, paying attention to every detail, hoping that He Qingming would truly understand the secrets. He Qingming observed the boss's every move intently, from selecting ingredients to kneading the dough to steaming, not missing a single detail, and he tried hard to deeply imprint each of the boss's movements in his mind.

After the demonstration, He Qingming walked to the table, where the ingredients for making peach blossom cake were laid out before him. He took a deep breath and began to follow the owner's instructions, step by step. His movements were steady and smooth, as if he had practiced them countless times, and each step seemed natural and skillful. After he finished, he looked at the remaining ingredients and felt an urge to innovate. So he tried a new method, giving the traditional peach blossom cake new life, hoping to create a new delicacy based on tradition.

When He Qingming placed two plates of peach blossom cakes in front of the boss, his brows raised slightly, as if surprised by the young man's courage and creativity. He Qingming stepped back, quietly awaiting the boss's tasting and evaluation. A faint floral fragrance and sweetness filled the air, as if foreshadowing the beginning of a wonderful adventure in taste. The boss picked up a piece of peach blossom cake and savored it carefully. His expression gradually grew serious, then slowly relaxed, finally revealing a satisfied smile. He Qingming knew that his hard work and innovation had been recognized.

The shopkeeper carefully selected a piece of exquisitely painted paper from the counter, adorned with a vibrant, iridescent pattern. Its vibrant colors and vivid design seemed to convey the joy and happiness of the festival. He took the organizer's carefully prepared seal and gently pressed it against a corner of the paper. A bright red mark instantly appeared on the paper, resembling a blooming flower, adding even more festive flair. He Qingming took the festively decorated paper and excitedly waved it before Ying Li's eyes, as if displaying a precious treasure. His face was filled with unconcealable joy and pride.

The boss then took out the riddle for the next task and handed it to He Qingming. He Qingming took the paper and the clue, his eyes quickly scanning them, a smug smile on his face. He turned to look inside the shop. Ying Li was drooling over the dazzling array of pastries, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, as if imagining how delicious they would taste.

"What do you want? You order, I'll pay." He Qingming's voice was filled with generosity and doting. Ying Ni looked for a long time before finally selecting three or four of her favorite pastries. The shopkeeper quickly brought out the selections, and He Qingming immediately took out his phone and scanned the QR code to pay. He then handed Ying Ni a box of exquisite pastries, watching her happily savor them, a beaming smile on her face, as if this moment of contentment and joy were the most precious treasure in the world.

He Qingming carried the other pastries, put his arm around Ying Ni's shoulders, and the two of them headed for the next mission location. Along the way, He Qingming was in a good mood because he had solved the riddle of the next mission location.

He Qingming led Ying Ni through the bustling market hand in hand. Sunlight filtered through the treetops, dappling the bluestone-paved streets, casting a beautiful interplay of light and shadow. They walked slowly until they arrived at an antique fan shop. Two strings of delicate wind chimes hung on either side of the door, swaying gently in the breeze and emitting a melodious tinkling sound, as if welcoming them in their own unique way. The shop was filled with a faint woody fragrance, and the dazzling array of exquisite fans was dazzling, each one a work of art ingenious craftsmanship.

The shop's master craftsman is an elderly one, his hands marked by the marks of time, yet his movements remain deft and graceful, each subtle gesture revealing his passion and dedication to the art of fan-making. Under his master's meticulous guidance, He Qingming began crafting his own fan. He meticulously depicted Ying Huan's beautiful image from thousands of years ago, each stroke imbued with affection and remembrance, as if capturing a timeless legend with his brush. The fan ribs are crafted from the finest wood, meticulously polished to a radiant sheen that perfectly complements the design on the fan.

After much effort, an exquisite fan was finally completed. Ying Ni looked at her lifelike self, tears of emotion gleaming in her eyes, her heart filled with gratitude and admiration for He Qingming. He Qingming smiled with satisfaction and gently closed the fan, as if sealing away all the beautiful memories within. After completing this task, they didn't linger in the shop for long. He Qingming took Ying Ni on to their next assignment, his heart filled with anticipation for the future.