Song Tan Jishi

The middle-aged woman kept talking. Even if the B\u0026B owner in front of her hadn't signed a contract yet, she was almost going to make her debut in her plan.

Song Tan listened to all this with great interest, after all, this was an unfamiliar field to her. Lu Chuan kept listening with a slight smile. When the other party finally stopped talking and took a sip of hot tea, he said in a warm voice without changing his smile:

"There is no problem in booking two days in advance. Whichever room you book, you will naturally have the right to take photos in the room. If there is any dirt or damage, I will also list the details of the purchase list and cleaning costs."

This was said mildly, but the implication behind the words was that if you don’t have a vacant room reserved, you can’t shoot?

The middle-aged woman is not discouraged, so she just decides. Compared with renting a photo studio, the rooms here are very aesthetically decorated and unique, and the total price is actually cheaper!

No need to ask for favors to jump in line.

But another implicit meaning of the other party surprised her: "Don't you want to be famous? Or don't you want your B\u0026B to have more customers? In a rural place like this, if you weren't lucky enough to meet us, The crew usually doesn’t meet a single customer in ten days and a half, right?”

Lu Chuan remained calm and emotionally stable. In the eyes of middle-aged women, she becomes even more reluctant to give up - because in the circle, I don’t know whether it’s because of being too flashy that makes people’s hearts change, or because celebrities lose weight and lose weight and eat grass every day, which makes their brains dull. In short, the mood Stable traffic is rare.

I just heard him say slowly: "I'm already famous enough, I don't need any more publicity. In addition, this B\u0026B is not opened to make money. I want to stay in my girlfriend's hometown and find something to do for myself." "

He glanced at Song Tan with a smile, and then said to the middle-aged woman again: "Can you understand this?"

The middle-aged woman was even more speechless.

The B\u0026B in front of me cannot be built without spending millions, and the other party just wants to accompany his girlfriend in his hometown...

She let out a sigh of disappointment and finally confirmed: "Are you really not going to consider it? With your two looks, as long as someone praises you, you will soon become famous throughout the country."

Lu Chuan smiled and shook his head.

Song Tan also shook his head: "What's the benefit of being famous? I don't even know where to spend my money."

The middle-aged woman subconsciously wanted to say that I have a few projects here that I can vote for... Then she realized that this was not a round in their circle, so she smoothed her hair and said cheerfully: "Then I'll book a room first - um , if you book for three nights, how much discount will you get if you book all of them?”

The management system of the B\u0026B has not been installed yet, so Lu Chuan had to calculate the price manually, while here, Song Tan smiled and gestured:

"Xue Mei Niang, don't you want to eat?"

Only then did the other party realize. Looking at the dessert in her palm, she originally wanted to say that she was also losing weight, but the light blue skin and round body were too delicate and cute - what the hell, I'm not an artist!

The other party nodded: "Thank you, is this the afternoon tea that is included in the reserved room every day?"

As he spoke, he brought it to his mouth and took a bite.

But Song Tan shook his head: "No, the B\u0026B includes three meals a day and late night snacks, but you need to go to the canteen on the mountain to eat, or you can prepare food yourself. This is provided irregularly, and the stable supply is milk tea every day - this afternoon. It shouldn’t be cooked yet.”

What is supplied depends entirely on what Lu Jing wants to do, and the main one is whatever he wants.

However, the woman opposite could no longer hear what she was saying.

The skin kneaded with mugwort juice has its own unique fragrance when you bite into it. Because of the addition of glutinous rice flour, it tastes soft and chewy. The slight bitterness blends with the silky cream and sweet strawberries inside, and the taste is exceptionally smooth. .

She took one bite, chewed it for a long time, and finally held Xue Mei Niang in front of her and looked around, her eyes widened but she didn't see the mystery - she looked like an ordinary Xue Mei Niang!

It is completely different from those works of art such as Michelin's Longyin Strawberry, which are ingenious in appearance.

but!

"Woo!" Another bite, this time hard!

After Lu Chuan finished calculating, he raised his head and asked, "Please show me your ID card..."

Even before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh.

Because just now, the middle-aged woman who was dressed like an elite strong woman with exquisite makeup was standing there with a blank look on her face and empty eyes.

Her cheeks were bulging and tightly wrapped, and she was squirming from side to side, fearing that something would leak out when she chewed...

If you lick it again like that, it will be too embarrassing!

Xuemei Niang was chubby, not too small in fact, but she couldn't resist the other party, who ate quickly and quickly, like Zhu Bajie swallowing ginseng fruit, and after a while, she stared at the empty palm in a daze.

Is this gone?

The other party raised his head: "Are you selling this?"

Lu Chuan shook his head: "I won't sell it. It's just this one, and I won't supply it in the future."

The other party's disappointment was almost visible to the naked eye, and after a while he still refused to give up: "Aren't you going to give away the reserved room every day?"

Lu Chuan smiled: "Sorry."

The middle-aged woman was filled with depression. At this moment, she handed over her ID card absentmindedly. After the registration was completed and she paid, she asked again: "Aren't you going to sell it even if the price is increased?"

Lu Chuan smiled and handed over the room card: "We have made reservations for the three days from 4.14 to 4.16 - do you want to go check out the environment now?"

The main thing is to be polite and polite without hesitation.

The middle-aged woman sighed and could only nod her head at this moment: "Okay, let's take a look at the room first. I have to take some photos to show to the photographer..."

While talking, the two went upstairs.

Song Tan stayed downstairs and found that something was still cooking in the pot at the front desk. He went over to take a look and couldn't help but laugh.

Lu Jing was really good at thinking of ways. The sweet potato dumplings were gone, and the new sweet potato vines planted this year had not grown up yet, so the wheat kernels were cooked in the pot.

It was the wheat planted in their fields. The grains were still green. Every day, they cut a few stalks and brought them back to slowly boil and shell them. Then they peeled the wheat kernels and fried them. When they were poured into milk tea, they looked fragrant, sticky and chewy.

I just tried to make it yesterday. The only two guests in the homestay praised it highly. When Song Tan smelled the light wheat fragrance, he recalled many years ago when he squatted on the ground with other friends and stole a few wheat stalks in the middle of the day when no one was around, and roasted them on the fire...

Wheat awns are a bit prickly, and the shells may not be removed cleanly after roasting, but just peeling them and chewing them dry in your mouth seems to be countless sweetness and happiness.

She took a spoon and stirred the wheat kernels in the pot a few times, watching the light green wheat husks being cooked into a light yellow, and once again thanked that enough rice, wheat, sorghum, millet, and glutinous rice were planted this year.

Otherwise, if there were more than a dozen people in the family drinking milk tea every day, they would have to spend two mu of land in a year. (End of this chapter)