After getting the affirmation of the shopkeeper, An Juan was very relieved in her heart, looked left and right at the furnishings of the inn, and made a plan in her heart before leaving the hotel.

Shortly after Luo Yelin left, An Juan was about to pull down the curtain of the hotel when she suddenly saw the old gentleman of the inn next door walking out slowly.

It's getting dark, what is he doing out?

Thinking so, An Juan stretched out her hand to smooth the wind-blown hair on her sideburns, and then raised her voice to say hello: "Old man, what are you going to do when you go out?" ”

The shopkeeper heard An Wan's voice and turned his head to her.

After a few seconds of pause, he then walked up to her, apparently to come to her side and talk to her.

The old man's steps were not healthy, and An Juan always felt worried when he looked at it, so he trotted to his side, stretched out his hand to hold his arm, and complained softly: "You just say it, you don't need to come." ”

The shopkeeper nodded, shook his head again, and then suddenly spit out a sentence that surprised An Juan: "I came out to find you." ”

Looking for her?

An Wan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in the shopkeeper's gourd, but she quickly helped the old man into the store and pulled a chair for him to sit down.

The shopkeeper first looked left and right in the room to make sure that there was no one else in it, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled An Juan to sit opposite him.

An Juan didn't know what the old man wanted to do, so she watched his movements curiously, waiting for him to speak.

After thinking for a while, the shopkeeper sighed softly, stretched out his hand to beckon An Juan to get closer to him, and then asked in a low voice: "Girl, what is the relationship between you and Lord Ye?" ”

Her relationship with Luo Yelin...... An Juan didn't expect the shopkeeper to ask this question, so she thought about it in her heart for a while.

But she felt that it was not quite right to say anything, and in the end she could only answer dryly: "It's a friend." ”

She thought she had offered a perfect answer, but she only got the old man's disapproving gaze: "Really just friends?" He paid attention to An Juan's expression and sighed softly: "A man is so good to a beautiful girl, and he also helps you to expand the scope of the hotel, is he really just a 'friend'?" ”

An Juan looked up at the shopkeeper, and felt that although the other party's eyes were a little cloudy, they still shone with the brilliance of wisdom, which seemed to contain everything in the world, and was full of experience that An Juan did not have because of his youth.

Under the gentle and sharp gaze of the old man, An Juan felt something slowly stirring in her heart.

She hurriedly lowered her head, bit her lip and began to seriously think about her relationship with Luo Yelin.

If you want to say that the two of them are a pair of lovers, An Juan will definitely not admit it, after all, the two of them have not known each other for a long time, and they have not cultivated a relationship foundation at all, nor have they acted too intimately, and there is no evidence to confirm that the two of them are a couple.

But if it is said that they are innocent, just partners and friends, An Juan can't help but feel empty-hearted, and the memories of the two of them once getting along flashed in her heart, from laughing and chatting to helping to remove the meat from the chicken legs, and finally, just a few hours ago, Luo Yelin wiped her lips from her ear.

She was stunned in place, but she was very sober in her heart, knowing that Luo Yelin was the prince, and she was just an ordinary cook.

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and patted An Juan's shoulder, as if he understood something from the silence of the woman he called "girl", and then sighed: "Ye Wang Ye is a good-tempered person, but you have to be able to figure out your identity......" As soon as he said this, he saw An Juan suddenly raise his head and smile at him.

"Sir, I understand what you said, and I'm not the kind of stubborn person, just pay attention to it in the future."

In the shopkeeper's pleased eyes, the corners of An Juan's mouth slightly provoked an arc, and the sadness and melancholy that had disappeared in his mouth just now disappeared immediately.

As a modern person, after An Juan walked out of the circle of thinking, she felt that her mind was extremely open: she felt that Luo Yelin was a very good person, and she was like a spring breeze when she got along with him, so why should she care about the gap in status level?

…… Anyway, it's good to get together and disperse.

After thinking about it like this, she felt that the little daughter's attitude that had been haunting her just now had almost disappeared, leaving only open-mindedness and forge ahead that could not dissipate.

The shopkeeper carefully observed An Juan's expression and found that she was indeed fine, so he chatted with her casually about the precautions for opening a restaurant and an inn, and then left to go back to the inn.

An Juan went out, watched the shopkeeper walk into the inn, and the figure disappeared behind the door, only to retract his gaze, turn around and pull down the bamboo curtain, officially ending the day's work.

An Juan went to bed early and woke up early, but when she got up lightly and went out after washing her face, she heard movement coming from Song Qin's room next door.

When she went out, she saw Song Qin also yawning and coming out of the door, so she quickly smiled and said hello.

In the past, Song Qin got up neither early nor late, but it was the first time for An Juan to see her appear at this time, so she asked curiously: "Qin'er, why did you get up so early?" ”

Song Qin squinted her eyes, raised her arm and yawned, and at the same time sent a confused voice out of her mouth: "Sister An, I want to get up early and wash my face well, and by the way, try the whitening thing you gave me yesterday." ”

An Juan remembered the small bottle of spring water she handed to Song Qin perfunctorily yesterday, so she nodded to indicate that she knew, and at the same time did not forget to remind the other party again: "I heard that dripping this kind of thing into the water, although it has a whitening effect, it will be very painful, so you had better take it step by step, don't put too much the first time." ”

The voice ringing in her ears was very serious, Song Qin put her arm down, looked at An Juan's serious face, and became a little nervous, and nodded hurriedly and heavily: "Well, I know, I'll be careful." ”

got Song Qin's promise, and looked at her steadily for a long time, until Song Qin went out and brought hot water into the room, and then took the opportunity to put fresh vegetables in the hut.

After coming out of the hut, An Juan went to Song Qin's room to take a look, helped her control the amount of spring water, and then watched her wash her face.

Because the amount was very small, when Song Qin threw the water on his face, he only felt a slight tingling sensation, and it was fleeting, and he couldn't make any big waves at all.

After rubbing her face vigorously, Song Qin found that her fingers had some black mud, but there was not much black mud, only a thin layer, which looked like a transparent mask from a distance.

She was stunned for a moment, looked up at An Juan's location, and sure enough, she got an explanation: "This is the dirt you discharged from your pores," An Juan looked at Song Qin's expression that seemed to understand, sighed lightly, and directly stretched out her finger to the mirror on the dresser: "When you wash your face, you can go to the bronze mirror to take a look, your face is much whiter now." ”

Song Qin had a slight problem understanding some of the more modern words spoken by An Juan, but later the words of the other party were clearly put into her ears.

She hurriedly ran to the dresser, looked carefully at her face in the mirror, and sure enough, she noticed that her skin seemed to have turned white.

The bronze mirror is actually very blurry, and she can't see any skin color at all, but Song Qin has a corresponding idea in her heart, and when she looks at the bronze mirror, she will feel that her skin color has really changed.

"It's amazing!" She reached out and pinched her cheek hard, blinked again, and finally sighed.

An Juan raised her eyebrows, and seeing that Song Qin had no problem here, she went out to open the door of the hotel and officially open for business.

Generally, the people who come early in the morning are rich and idle old men, who have no great ambitions on weekdays, so they often call friends to go to the restaurant to eat something and drink some tea, and then put a game of chess under the tree, and fight in the Chu River and Han realm for an afternoon.

Seeing An Juan open the door, these old men who got up early for a walk hurriedly walked in, ordered a few dishes at random, and then began to chat with An Juan, who was good-tempered and talkative.

An Juan also likes to communicate with them more, can receive a lot of information from their words, and can understand a lot of life experience...... Although there are always stumbles along the road of life, other people's experiences are not of much use.

As soon as these old men sat down today, one of them mysteriously said to An Juan: "Miss An, yesterday I went to a newly opened restaurant on the next street, and saw that they also have fried chicken thighs and meat buns, so I was curious to order one, and found that what they made was not as delicious as yours!" Speaking of this, he also waved his hand, looking a little miserable: "Especially his dishes, eating them is really like chewing wax, I didn't eat a few bites and left." ”

The experience he recounted seemed to cause a topic, and then the diners present all talked about the incidents they had encountered, and the whole restaurant was filled with gossip for a while.

However, An Juan also knew that it was not good to say bad things about people behind her back, so after everyone had a few words, she closed the chatterbox in time and let them start breakfast.

Then she turned to help in the kitchen in a sudden silence, crouching on the ground, her head bowed as if she was cleaning up vegetables, but in fact she was thinking about the restaurants that imitated her cuisine.

She had been worried about this before, but now she suddenly figured it out.

Anyway, no matter how other restaurants imitate her fried chicken thighs and other dishes, in essence, she is the real leader, and those restaurants are at most just eating meat, and they can't achieve much.

And at present, what she relies on most is not these trendy things, but vegetables produced in space...... The taste and quality of these vegetables cannot be imitated and replaced.

Thinking of this, she glanced back at the diners seated in the restaurant, and listened to their praise for the dishes, and finally gently hooked her lips.