My cross-dimensional black market shop has a 100% return rate.

Summer is fast approaching, and the days are getting longer and longer in Chengdu.

The next day, Luo Zhuang got up very early and went out, just in time to see the sunrise.

It's a beautiful day today.

He stretched and suddenly heard a middle-aged woman's voice beside him: "Zhuang boy, up so early?"

Luo Zhuang turned his head and saw that it was Wang Da Niang from his neighbor's house.

Aunt Wang is short and plump with curly hair, a round face, and narrow eyes. She always has a smile on her face, giving people a kind and approachable feeling.

She was truly kind and approachable, and always managed to get along well with the villagers.

Luo Zhuang remembers that when his family lived in the village when he was a child, his parents often went to Aunt Wang's house to play mahjong.

He often went with her, and occasionally he would eat at Aunt Wang's house. Sometimes he would stand behind the mahjong table with his bowl in his hand and watch. As he watched, he learned how to shuffle, stack, play, and win the game.

Aunt Wang came out to pick vegetables. She had planted several rows of vegetables outside her yard, lush and green, neat and beautiful, full of vitality. She would pick them herself when she wanted to eat them.

Before, when no one lived in Luo Zhuang's house, she would plant vegetables on the side between the two houses. But now that Luo Zhuang's house has been converted into a guesthouse, she no longer plants there.

Luo Zhuang saw that Aunt Wang was holding a bunch of vegetables and smiling at him, so he smiled back and said, "Good morning, Auntie."

"Good morning, good morning! Have you eaten yet? Your parents aren't back yet, are they? They definitely aren't. If they were, they would have come to play mahjong with me by now. Sigh, everyone in the village has gone out to play. Now it's hard to find enough people to play mahjong."

Aunt Wang said with a smile, "You said you were coming back, but you didn't even tell me. Your parents are the same; you came back alone, and they didn't tell me either."

I made wontons this morning. I'll finish cooking breakfast in a bit. Would you like to come over and eat with me?

Luo Zhuang immediately shamelessly said, "Sure. Auntie, could you make a little more? We have a guest at home; I'll eat one and take one home, is that alright?"

He used to often eat wontons at Aunt Wang's house. Aunt Wang was especially good at making wontons; the taste was absolutely amazing. Now, after so many years, he still misses them quite a bit.

That girl, Hua Hengyue, is quite fortunate to have such good food with me.

Aunt Wang's already small eyes narrowed even further as she smiled and said, "No problem, no problem. Tell me, is your guest a boy or a girl?"

Luo Zhuang laughed and said, "Don't overthink it, the customers in my shop..."

Aunt Wang, however, simply did not believe it: "Forget it, who would bother to come here to stay in this shabby place?"

"Fine, fine, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask. Come over for wontons later."

"Okay!"

Luo Zhuang agreed, then suddenly had an idea and said, "Auntie, you can come to my house to play mahjong when you have time. I have a table, and I can join in."

Aunt Wang laughed and refused, saying, "Forget it, forget it. You play too slowly. It's no fun playing with you."

Her eyes darted around, and as if she had thought of something, she said, "Tell me about your parents. I told them that opening a hotel was not a good idea, but they insisted on doing it."

They were really into it, even setting up a mahjong room. Now that no one lives there, it's a complete waste. But it's not bad, though. The house is well-built, Zhuangwa, it'll be comfortable for you to stay here when you come back, and you can even play mahjong.

I'd like to use the mahjong table sometime.

Luo Zhuang immediately replied, "No problem!"

But in reality, there was no mahjong room or mahjong table in the guesthouse.

However, this did not stump Luo Zhuang.

Two days ago, when he was browsing the system store, he saw mahjong tables, chairs, and matching mahjong sets on the shelves.

After saying goodbye to Aunt Wang, Luo Zhuang returned to the hotel lobby and immediately turned on his computer, clicking to access the Duoweimian Hotel Integrated Management System.

The online store is now open.

Sun umbrellas x2.

System coins -30.

Recliner x2.

System coins -20.

Mahjong table set x1.

System coins -30.

Placement location: the yard.

After a series of operations, the system coins in the upper right corner of the system were successfully reduced by 80, and the balance became 419.

And two large parasols immediately appeared in the courtyard of the guesthouse.

Under one parasol appeared two deck chairs, and under the other parasol appeared a mahjong table and four chairs.

Mahjong tiles and dice are all set on the table; as soon as someone sits down, they can start playing immediately.

The system is incredibly convenient.

These things are currently placed in the yard, and can be immediately moved into the room via the system when it rains.

As for the mahjong table, the system even provided a floor socket. Luo Zhuang didn't know how the cable got there, but he tried it and it worked as soon as he plugged it in.

After everything was prepared and they waited a little while longer, Luo Zhuang heard Aunt Wang's voice from the neighbor's yard: "Zhuang boy, dinner's ready!"

"Okay!"

Luo Zhuang agreed and ran to Aunt Wang's house.

Wang Da Niang's husband works away from home, and her son is still in school, so she lives alone at home.

The wontons were now on the table. The soup in the white porcelain bowl was clear, and a dozen or so wontons floated like crescent moons. The thin, translucent wrappers revealed the outline of the pink meat filling, and a few bright green scallions were sprinkled among them. Steaming hot, they looked incredibly tempting.

Aunt Wang still remembers that she doesn't eat cilantro.

Luo Zhuang quickly sat down and began to eat with gusto, savoring the tender and bouncy wontons and the savory and warm broth, feeling extremely comfortable.

"It still tastes the same, not changed at all, Auntie."

After finishing a bowl of wontons, Luo Zhuang would exhale and say each time.

Seeing him eating with relish, Aunt Wang was in a good mood and said with a smile, "Of course, look who made it. There's another bowl here, you can take it to your guest. I'll get the bowl in a bit."

"Okay, thanks, ma'am."

Luo Zhuang agreed, picked up the other bowl of wontons that Aunt Wang had just brought over, and returned to the guesthouse.

After placing the bowl in the dining room, Luo Zhuang went to make a phone call to the guest room upstairs.

After two days of training, Hua Hengyue has learned how to use a telephone, so Luo Zhuang only needs to make a call and say, "Let's eat." Hua Hengyue will then come down on her own.

When Hua Hengyue came down, Luo Zhuang was already lying on a recliner in the courtyard, comfortably playing on his phone.

"I made wontons this morning. They're in the restaurant; go eat them by yourself. Don't rush back to your book after you finish; come and lie down for a while. I also prepared a recliner for you."

Luo Zhuang saw Hua Hengyue and said something.

Hua Hengyue looked at the pile of things that had suddenly appeared in the courtyard with some surprise, nodded, and said, "Thank you, Immortal Master." Then she ran off to eat breakfast.

After finishing her bowl of wontons, Hua Hengyue went to the courtyard and, like Luo Zhuang, obediently lay down on another recliner.

As the sun gradually rises and the heat intensifies, the parasol comes in handy.

Hua Hengyue lay back on the recliner, most of her body sheltered in the shade of the parasol. A gentle breeze blew by, making her feel quite comfortable.

However, she was too embarrassed to follow Luo Zhuang's example and take off her shoes and socks. The sun shone down, but it didn't reach her feet, so she missed out on some of the feeling.

"You should clear your mind, don't be so reserved, and don't overthink things, making yourself so tired."

Luo Zhuang turned his head and glanced at Hua Hengyue, but then turned his head back.

He was still looking at his phone, saying as he read, "Thinking too much isn't a good thing. Hengyue, tell me, why does Daiyu always cough up blood?"