"There are no people in the inn. Many tourists would rather stay in Beiheng Village than take the long way to the inn. Only some shy people who are not good at dealing with the hospitable old people in the village will choose to stay in the inn. Moreover, Boss Zhu is still next to the inn recently.
What happened to [Slime Amusement Park], the inn was temporarily closed, and there was nothing I could do, so I planned to come to the village to help during the evening market, but I didn’t expect to meet you."
"Xiang Ling and I have just arrived in the village. We plan to stay here for a while before leaving."
"Xiang Ling?"
Xinghuo on the side saw Ah Zhi's somewhat surprised look and confirmed her suspicion with affirmative words: "Yes, it's the Xiangling from Wanmin Hall."
"That's a celebrity. Especially in our catering industry, his reputation is huge."
"Actually, it's not that great." Xiang Ling felt a little embarrassed when they praised her so much.
Liyue's catering has long been monopolized by Liuliting and Xinyuexuan, but any larger counterparts will be jointly pressured by them. Therefore, apart from the two of them, only some roadside food stalls in Liyue can survive, and
The emergence of Manmintang means that one store has broken their monopoly myth.
Why did Boss Zhu choose to open an inn in this barren mountain? It was because with his family business, investing in catering would inevitably have an impact on Liyue's two major faucets, and he was targeted, but he didn't want to give up his dream of opening a restaurant, so he simply got angry
I ran to this wild place to see the inn.
Anyway, with his family background, as long as he is not targeted by his peers, he will not be completely defeated no matter what he does.
"Everyone's conversation should not always focus on me. Isn't today's theme the curtain collection? Let's go shopping together?"
Xinghuo shook his head and refused: "You go ahead. As the commander of the Qianyan Army, I must stick to my post at this time. There are many people in the Muji and they are all old people. It is easy for problems to arise, and we need our Qianyan Army to watch over them."
The Qianyan Army consists of five people in a team, five teams in a team, five teams in a line, five actions in a regiment, and five regiments in an army. The leader of a regiment is called the leader, and Xinghuo is the commander of Zhenhouhui Liyuan.
The leader of the Qianyan Regiment on the main road, and Ai Ke is his deputy leader.
As the saying goes, if there are five people in a group, more five people form a team, and the captain forms a line. More lines form a regiment, and more regiments form an army.
"Okay then, you go about your business, and I'll be responsible for taking Xiangling and Xiaomo around the market."
Saying goodbye to Xinghuo for the time being, the three of them and one bear wandered around the market, while Manman was put away by Zhong Mo. She didn't want Manman to scare any old people. She is now different from the little girl who didn't understand anything back then.
It’s different.
It is said to be a market, but in fact there is not much place to visit, because after all, it is a group of old people gathering together to chat. It is actually a small ceremony for the old people to reminisce about their old friends and recall the past. After all, it is once a month, and I may come again next time.
The chair across from you last time was empty forever.
Only some not-too-old old people who could still move around grew some vegetables and shared them with everyone. There were also some old people who had difficulty even speaking, and a young Qian Yanjun was behind them to help push their wheelchairs.
Different from the vibrant Liyue Port, what Zhong Mo felt among this group of old people was that something was constantly flowing away in front of his eyes. Although it was very slow, no matter how hard you grabbed it or toss it, you couldn't affect it in the slightest.
The living beings in Liyue Port seem to be like big trees growing vigorously. They desperately absorb nutrients, sunlight, bloom flowers, grow green leaves, and bear fruits. But these old people are completely different. They seem to be in the cold winter wind.
The last withered leaf on the tree that is trying not to fall off.
"Am I going to die too?"
Hearing Zhong Mo whispering to himself, Azhi lowered his head and looked at her: "What did you just say? Xiao Mo?"
Zhong Mo raised her head, looked at Xiang Ling and Azhi, and asked.
