I run a resort hotel in the end times

As soon as she opened the door, the floor was full of clothes and shoe boxes piled high, and there was a pile of bagged dry goods by the windowsill.

Xia Yan changed into a pair of slippers and planned to pack clothes first.

She opened all the packaging bags and stuffed all the skirts into the washing machine to wash them. While the first round of the washing machine was running, she found a black marker from the bedroom and simply marked the style and color of the shoes on the shoe boxes.

This way she wouldn't have to open them one by one in the future.

The nearly two-meter-long shoe cabinet at the door would definitely not be able to fit all the shoes. She looked around the room and planned to put all the shoe boxes in the east corner of the living room, where there was space.

Xia Yan took out all the thicker shoes in the shoe cabinet and placed three rows of shoes of different styles and colors with high and low heels. The bottom row was for the shoes she wore these days.

The shoe boxes on the wall were stacked all the way to the top, a full row of shoes, which looked extremely spectacular.

At this time, the washing machine sang a little song to indicate that the work was completed.

Xia Yan shook out the almost dry clothes and hung them on the hanger, stuffed a bunch of clothes in, and the washing machine continued to work.

She found an extra-large plastic bag, stuffed the unused packaging bags into it, and stuffed the damaged clothes into it, finally freeing up a space to organize the dry goods.

Xia Yan picked up a bag at random, looked through the dates on it, and found that they were all expired.

But the food inside didn't look strange at all, not even a green hair.

Maybe the preservatives were of very good quality?

Xia Yan was too lazy to think about it, so she divided the same products into 50-50, put them in plastic bags, and prepared to take them to Jing Yimai when she went upstairs later.

She didn't plan to eat the rest, and planned to put them in the display cabinet for sale, but she didn't know if there would be any problems if expired products were eaten?

It seems that I have to ask Jing Yimai later.

Although she didn't eat them, the things were still divided evenly. She put the extra 5 products in an extra bag and took them up to let him try them later. If there was nothing wrong, they could be sold.

After working for two or three hours, she was so exhausted that she lay on the sofa, feeling weak all over.

Today's exercise was definitely over the limit... but it was still refreshing...

Xia Yan lay on the sofa and looked at the whole wall of shoe boxes by the wall, and then looked at the hundreds of different styles of clothes hung to dry, and she was in a very good mood.

She was willing to experience this kind of tiredness ten thousand times.

After washing the last wave of clothes, she dragged her lazy body to hang the clothes on the clothes rack. After drinking a sip of water, she picked up a huge bag of dry goods and walked out the door with difficulty.

"Xiongxiong, come and help! Carry this bag of things to the second floor!"

Xiongxiong dropped the rag in his hand and staggered over. In Xia Yan's expectant eyes, he easily picked it up with one hand and took the elevator upstairs.

Xia Yan turned around and picked up the other bag, closed the door and walked upstairs.

On the second floor, Xiongxiong stood obediently at the elevator entrance, holding something in his hand and waiting for her patiently.

"Come on, Xiongxiong, carry it to the breakfast room."

Xia Yan pushed open the door of the breakfast room and motioned it to come over.

Previously, the breakfast room was off-limits during non-meal time, but Xia Yan thought about it while lying on the sofa. It would not be appropriate to invite Jing Yimai to dinner in 201 or the lobby, so he finally decided to have it in the breakfast room.

As the owner, he deleted the information about not entering the room and changed it to allow the owner to enter at any time and invite customers, so the venue for the dinner was solved.

The tables and chairs in the breakfast room were replaced with the ones from the supermarket. The solid wood original color table is matched with the chairs of the same color, which looks a bit higher-end than the original plastic tables and chairs.

"Xiongxiong, wipe the seats and disinfect them."

While Xiongxiong was cleaning, Xia Yan opened the food court and found a hot pot restaurant with the highest rating. She ordered a double-flavored hot pot, two oil saucers and tea, and for meat, she ordered a fragrant braised chicken foot, two fresh duck intestines, two fish roe and shrimp balls, three plates of beef slices and mutton slices, two crispy and tender tripes, and a quail egg.

For vegetarian dishes, she ordered a nine-grid vegetable platter, a crystal noodle, a lotus root slice and kelp platter, a green bamboo shoot, and a potato vermicelli.

For snacks, she ordered a brown sugar glutinous rice cake and a wide noodle.

For dessert, she ordered an iced glutinous rice ball, an iced three-fresh dish, three bottles of iced beer, and a bucket of corn juice.

These things cost her 299 points, and with lunch at noon, she spent a total of 400 points.

Seeing that Xiongxiong had finished cleaning up, she put the two tables together, put the hot pot in the middle, the plates of meat and vegetables next to it, and then the dessert beer.

All the things filled two tables.

"Xiong Xiong, go and invite the customers from 201 to come over."

Xiong Xiong turned and went out.

The food ordered in the food city does not require electricity, and the hot pot will automatically adjust the temperature. Even in the wild, there is no need to worry.

Not long after, the door of the breakfast room was opened, and Jing Yimai followed Xiong Xiong in.

He changed his clothes and wore a simple black T-shirt and jeans. He looked like he had just taken a shower, and his hair was wet.

It was the first time that Xia Yan saw him wrapped less tightly, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Speaking of which, Jing Yimai has fair skin.

"Hurry up and sit down. I promised to treat you to dinner."

The hot pot was his own request, and it was on the fourth floor of the shoe city.

Xia Yan originally thought that he would choose to eat barbecue. After all, barbecue goes well with wine. I have everything in the world.

Jing Yimai hid the shock in his eyes, sat down generously, opened the beer cap, and drank a few sips happily.

"Great!" Jing Yimai picked up the corn juice and poured her a glass, and poured himself a glass of beer, his eyes full of sincerity, "Boss Xia, thank you."

Xia Yan understood what he meant, smiled, and said, "You're welcome. Today, thanks to you for helping me find so many useful things, I'm taking advantage of you by treating you to a meal!"

"No, no one will want these things. Food is the most precious thing now! Boss Xia treated me to two meals today, and I don't have anything to give in return." Jing Yimai lowered his eyes and tapped the beer bottle casually with his fingers.

He didn't like to owe favors.

The fresh ingredients on the table made him feel like he was about to be sold.

He couldn't see through her strength, but she was indeed inseparable from a comfortable environment and delicious meals.

A safe residence and endless food, such conditions are hot no matter which base is placed.

What is her purpose?

Jing Yimai looked at her with full vigilance and precautions.

Xia Yan choked on a mouthful of corn juice in her throat.

She didn't expect that he would react so quickly.

"...Okay, then I'll be frank." Xia Yan put down the cup and coughed twice.

Jing Yimai had an expression that said I knew it, with his arms crossed and his lips tightly pursed.

"Ahem, well, I want to go to the furniture store tomorrow, and also look at the places that sell tiles, curtains, and home appliances."

Xia Yan smiled and used a serving chopstick to pick up a full chopstick of meat for him, and then picked up a chopstick of cooked duck intestines and put it in.

Eat it, you will be grateful to others, and you will be a tour guide tomorrow.

"That's it?" Jing Yimai ignored her movements and looked into her eyes, trying to force her to tell the truth.

Xia Yan almost raised her watch to clear her name, "Yes, that's it. Do you want to go?"

The red pot bottom was rolling with bubbles, making a puffing sound, the meat slices and tripe were flying up and down, and the round quail eggs were floating around. The spicy and fragrant smell stimulated the taste buds crazily.

Jing Yimai took a deep breath, "Go!"