bookbashuk Chapter 434 A 3-Year-Old Shop
Chapter 434 A 3-Year-Old Shop
"Okay, you can continue."
"I want to open a real shop," Ling Caiyou said. "Selling spirit pets, spirit beast materials, demon beast meat, and everything related to spirit beasts. The shop needs to be big and impressive, so that people can tell as soon as they walk in that they can't buy these things anywhere else."
As Qi Lan listened, the smile on her lips gradually changed, and she became serious.
"Are you serious?"
"I'm serious." Ling Caiyou looked away and looked at her. "Before, I was an undercover agent, and I had to hide myself. I had no choice. But now I don't have to hide anymore, so I want to give it a try."
Qi Lan stared at her for a long time.
This slender, long-legged mature woman sat on the worn-out wicker chair, holding a plump, gray dumpling in her arms. Sunlight fell on her, bathing her in a warm, golden glow. She spoke calmly, as if casually discussing what to eat that day.
But there was light in those eyes.
"Okay." Qi Lan stood up, dusted herself off, and said, "Then drive well. If you drive big and drive well, I'll come and support you when we get back from Tianjing."
Ling Caiyou nodded, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.
"When I return to the modern world three thousand years from now, my shop will be a three-thousand-year-old establishment."
Qi Lan was taken aback.
Ling Caiyou continued, "By then, I will be the world's largest supplier of spirit meat. Wagyu beef and Kobe beef will all have to step aside in front of me. This is genuine demon beast meat: Swiftwind Rabbit, Green Feather Chicken, Ironback Badger, three thousand years of tradition, honest and trustworthy."
Qi Lan opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.
Then she laughed out loud.
He laughed even harder than before, laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, and laughed until tears streamed down his face.
"Ding ding..." She clutched her stomach, panting, "You...you're planning to extend your business three thousand years into the future?"
Ling Caiyou nodded seriously: "Why, it's not okay?"
"Okay, that's great!" Qi Lan wiped away her tears. "Remember to save me a VIP spot when the time comes. I'll come to your place every day to eat monster meat."
"No problem," Ling Caiyou said. "I'll give you a 20% discount."
The two looked at each other and then burst into laughter.
At this moment, Qi Lan seemed to have thought of something and said, "However, I'm afraid your idea won't work."
Ling Cai asked in surprise, "What?"
Qi Lan shrugged. "Chen Anran wants to rebuild Longhu Mountain here. Now that you're the most senior member of Longhu Mountain, aren't you going to take over?"
Upon hearing this, Ling Caiyou jumped up from the rattan chair in shock. "Don't ask me to do this kind of trouble!"
"That Longhu Mountain..."
Ling Caiyou quickly interrupted, "I'm not the only one from Longhu Mountain. Can't Mo Han, who's still lying in Feng's Hundred Herbs Pavilion, take this job?"
Qi Lan smiled wryly, "Everyone else wants to become the leader of a cultivation sect, but you're only thinking about becoming a large-scale livestock farmer."
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A month is neither a long nor a short time.
For the settlement at the foot of the mountain, this month is enough for the newly arrived cultivators to learn how to work with mortals, enough for the Immortal Cuisine Restaurant to add a few new dishes made with demon beast meat to its menu, enough for Jiang Yun's Ingenuity Workshop to be filled with all sorts of mechanical parts, and enough for the Feng family's medicinal fields to have a few more rows of newly planted spiritual herbs.
For the Yunyin Sect on the mountain, this month was enough for Daoist Tianbao, Feng Wenzheng, Jiang Yan and the others to argue about the name of that "organization" no less than twenty times, enough for Huiming to finish copying the three volumes of cultivation manuals seized from Qingyang Valley, and enough for Qi Lan to go down the mountain every day to sit in Ling Caiyou's shop and see how the female disciples of the Hehuan Sect were doing in catching beast pets in the back mountain.
For Xiaoling, this month was enough for her to turn Wei Yiran from a "newly acquainted friend" into "someone she had to stick with every day".
Every morning, Xiao Ling'er would run down the mountain, cross the smooth road, pass through the increasingly bustling settlement, and run to the third floor of the International Hot Spring Hotel to knock on Wei Yiran's door.
"Sister Wei, wake up!"
Wei Yiran went from initially feeling uncomfortable, to eventually getting used to it, and then opening the door in advance whenever she heard a knock. This process took less than ten days.
Xiao Ling'er took her to many places.
They went to the Immortal Cuisine Restaurant and watched Sun Wei busy in the kitchen, transforming the monster meat delivered from the bell into fragrant dishes. When Sun Wei was busy, she didn't have time to speak, only smiling at them before continuing toss the wok. When she wasn't busy, she would bring out two bowls of porridge and have them sit by the window to enjoy them slowly.
I went to the Ingenious Workshop and saw Jiang Yun and Asheng leading a group of teenagers in fiddling with the mechanical parts. Whenever Jiang Yun saw Wei Yiran, she would greet her with a smile, then continue working, occasionally looking up and calling out, "Asheng, pass me that gear." Asheng was even quieter than Jiang Yun, just focused on his work, but his eyes always shone with concentration.
After visiting Yunyin Internet Cafe, although there was no internet access and only single-player games were available, what Wei Yiran saw and heard there was enough to broaden the horizons of this ancient person.
That evening, Xiao Ling'er took her to Yunyin Bar. When the bartender Yin Xiaohao saw Wei Yiran, he was so surprised that he blurted out "Master Wei".
Xiao Ling'er shook her head and said, "Brother Xiao Hao, you've mistaken me for someone else."
"You've mistaken me for someone else." Realizing his mistake, Yin Xiaohao chimed in, "Yes, you've mistaken me for someone else..."
Wei Yiran looked at him without saying a word.
She had seen this kind of reaction before.
A month ago, when Xiao Ling'er first saw her at the martial arts training ground in Qingyang Valley, she looked just like this. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth agape, as if she had seen someone who shouldn't be there.
Wei Yiran is becoming increasingly curious about who she looks like.
After that, before Wei Yiran could think it over, Xiao Ling'er pulled her to a booth and sat her down.
Not long after, Yin Xiaohao brought over two non-alcoholic drinks.
Little Ling pouted, "I'm all grown up now."
Yin Xiaohao suppressed a laugh, glanced at the non-alcoholic strawberry drink in front of her, then looked at the similarly colored drink in front of Wei Yiran, and nodded: "Yes, yes, you've grown up. So I made this for you." "I don't usually make this strawberry drink for just anyone."
Little Ling'er's eyes lit up, she picked up the cup and took a big gulp, then frowned and asked, "Why is it still sweet?"
"The sweetness of adulthood," Yin Xiaohao said seriously.
Wei Yiran lowered her eyes, taking small sips of her drink. It was sweet and sour, with a flavor she'd never tasted before—like fruit, like flowers, with a subtle, refreshing coolness. She didn't know what it was, but she didn't ask.
Over the past month, she has gotten used to not asking.
I don't ask how those transparent glass windows are made, I don't ask what the principle is for those lamps that can light up without lamp oil, I don't ask why there are shadowy figures moving around in those square "televisions", and I don't ask what those unidentifiable objects in the "internet cafes" are used for.
She simply watched, listened, and kept everything in her heart.
After Xiaoling finished that cup of " He drank the "strawberry drink," let out a small burp, and then pulled Wei Yiran outside.
"Let's go, let's go. We're leaving tomorrow, so we need to go to bed early tonight."
Wei Yiran was pulled out of the bar by her. The night breeze carried a faint scent of grass and trees. In the distance, the lights of the settlements twinkled like stars fallen to the ground.
"Sister Wei," Xiao Ling'er suddenly stopped and turned to look at her, "Are you nervous?"
Wei Yiran remained silent for a moment.
"A little," she said.
Xiao Ling tilted her head and thought for a moment, then smiled: "Me too. But it's okay, Junior Uncle is here."
After she finished speaking, she pulled Wei Yiran forward, her steps as light as a sparrow.
Wei Yiran followed behind her, watching that small figure from behind, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.
There was a nervousness about embarking on the journey home, and also... a nervousness about meeting the "Junior Uncle" that Xiao Ling'er had mentioned.