It's so difficult to get out of the game

"Yes, I will take you to see her on the day the teahouse opens. You will be satisfied!" Xuanyuan Lishang patted Huangfu Ye's shoulder comfortingly.

"Teahouse? Does your family want to open a teahouse?" Huangfuye asked in surprise. The building he bought was for the purpose of opening a teahouse. People here may not know it, but as someone who traveled through time in the 21st century

He clearly understood that there was no place more suitable for opening a teahouse than that building!

"Well, she likes tea very much!"

She also loves tea! Huangfuye suddenly remembered that little face that was always full of energy and only acted coquettishly to please him that had always been in his heart.

Really, he misses her so much...

Xiao Yiran rushed to Yunxiang without stopping with his things. Standing in front of the building he dreamed of, Xiao Yiran took a deep breath and reached out to pat the door.

After a while, someone opened the door. Xiao Yiran looked at the old man in white who went out with confusion. Why did he seem to be a little thinner and taller than the one at noon? Could it be that he expanded due to heat and cold?

"What are you doing here again?" The old man who opened the door was slightly confused when he saw the smiling Xiao at the door. Didn't the old man Hei make it clear at noon? Why is this little girl here again?

"Uncle, I'm here to bring you something to eat. Can we sit down and have a good chat?" Xiao Yiran took the food basket from Xiao Ju's hand behind him and shook it towards the old man in white. The aroma of vegetables was faintly coming from the food basket.

It came out through the gap.

After a deep sniff, the old man nodded and let Xiao Yiran come in.

Xiao Yiran happily followed the old man through the door and secretly asked Xiao Ju beside him: "Is this the old man at noon? Why does it feel wrong?" But if not, how could he know her so well?

No matter how quiet the voice was, it still reached the ears of the old man in white who was leading the way. The old man stumbled and took a step with black lines on his head. He really hoped that he had no inner strength and could not hear the question of the girl behind him.

"Miss, no, it was the one at noon. Miss, why did you forget it so quickly?" Xiao Ju sighed with hatred.

Xiao still stuck out his tongue and said nothing.

As the old man entered the backyard, the old man in white shouted directly to the yard: "Old black man, the little girl is here to deliver food!"

The old man who was cleaning the yard tilted his head and looked at Xiao Yiran who entered the yard. He put down the things in his hands and walked to the stone table next to him to clean them up. Then he sat down childishly: "Where are the things? Why is it so late? I'm almost starving to death?"

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"It's coming, it's coming!" Xiao was still stunned. How did he know that she would make dinner? Could it be that he was a god? Or were they keeping an eye on her?

Why does she feel like she has fallen into a trap specially designed for her?

On the stone table, two old men, one black and one white, were fighting for their rice bowls, like prisoners who had been hungry for more than ten years. They robbed the few meals in a short time.

Xiao Yiran, who was sitting opposite, frowned. Since he knew she could cook, wouldn't he order someone to notify her to cook more?

Looking at the two people who were still unfinished, Xiao still said with a smile: "Uncles, can this building be sold?"

"Okay!" The old man in black patted his flat belly and said, "The food you cook is delicious. The old man will be waiting for your breakfast tomorrow!"

Xiao Yiran was embarrassed, how could he have the same virtue as Xuanyuan Lishang? She came here to talk about the teahouse, not to be a cook.

"Is it okay as long as I cook for you?" Xiao Yiran still asked. If this is the case, it is cooking for one person, and it is also cooking for three people. It is not impossible to put them together by the way. "You guys

How much does it cost to sell the building?”

"No money." The old man Hei shook his head at Xiao Yiran.