The three of them barely rested along the way, and didn't even stop in Lin'an City for a meal. They turned around outside Lin'an City and headed straight for Longyang Town. As darkness fell, they finally returned to their familiar surroundings.

As the three of them stood at the shop entrance, Tie Tou spotted them and excitedly shouted, "Hey! Boss Lan is back!"

Upon hearing the commotion, all the workers excitedly rushed to the door to greet them. Er Gou, along with his wife and mother, also rushed out of the kitchen.

At this moment, the shop was full of customers, all of whom turned to look.

Lan Yamei greeted everyone with a smile and thanked them for coming.

Qiu Zeyu acted as if nothing had happened, silently following beside him. Suddenly, Wang Fengyang ran downstairs, excitedly jumped into Qiu Zeyu's arms, hugged his master tightly, and said coquettishly, "Master, you're finally back."

Qiu Zeyu patted Wang Fengyang's head, feeling very pleased. He pulled a short sword from his pocket and said, "Look what your master brought you!"

Wang Fengyang snatched the short sword, playing with it with it affectionately, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master." Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of Zhao Zhicheng behind him, and he quickly shrank into his master's arms, whispering, "Who is he?"

At this moment, everyone noticed that there was another person who had returned with Lan Yamei and Qiu Zeyu.

He wasn't tall, of medium build, and thin, but his eyes were very bright. He was wrapped in a large gray cloth, and his face was dirty, making him look like a beggar.

Hearing the commotion, Aunt Guan and Uncle Ouyang rushed over and squeezed into the barbecue restaurant, only to be met by Wang Fengyang, who asked, "Who is he?" They were also taken aback; he was a new face!

Qiu Zeyu smiled and said, "He's your boss Lan's distant cousin. We finally found him, and he'll be living with us from now on."

Hearing Qiu Zeyu's words warmed Lan Yamei's heart; it seemed Qiu Zeyu didn't consider them outsiders. Lan Yamei hadn't yet figured out how to answer Wang Fengyang's question, but Qiu Zeyu had solved the problem.

Indeed, Zhao Zhicheng should be given a new identity; people can no longer recognize him as the False Taoist Priest. Lan Yamei quickly added, "Yes, yes, he's my cousin; his name is Zhao Zhicheng."

Aunt Guan didn't react for a moment, looking at the unfamiliar young man and asking in confusion, "Cousin?"

Bluetooth Girl grabbed Aunt Guan's hand and said in a coquettish tone, "A very, very distant cousin of mine has no one left at home. He's all alone now. From now on, we'll depend on each other. Aunt Guan, you haven't seen me for days and haven't even said you missed me. My stomach is growling with hunger, but you don't care."

"You're such a grown man, and you still don't know how to eat!" Aunt Guan said with disdain, but turned to urge Er Gou, "Didn't you hear me? Er Gou? Your boss is hungry, hurry up and get him something to eat."

"Hehe, okay, okay, I got so excited talking that I forgot." Er Gou was a little embarrassed. He hadn't seen his boss for several days and was really missing him. When he suddenly heard that his boss was back, he was so busy talking that he forgot to prepare a hot meal. He quickly turned around and led a few people to the kitchen to prepare the food.

Tie Tou chuckled and said, "Haven't had any home-cooked barbecue in days, have you? I'll get you some skewers, have some first. Er Gou's dish will take half a day to prepare." With that, he and his brothers quickly went to get busy.

"Okay, okay, everyone get busy, get busy." Lan Yamei felt incredibly happy to be back in this familiar environment. Watching everyone bustling around preparing food for her warmed her heart.

"Alright, hurry up and go upstairs with your cousin and your master to wash your faces, have a drink of water, and get ready for dinner," Aunt Guan urged, but she didn't go upstairs herself.

"Won't you come and have something to eat with us?" Lan Yamei asked.

“Your Uncle Ouyang and I are swamped over there. We still have a few patients to see. We’ll come find you when we’re done. Hurry up and go upstairs.” After saying this, Aunt Guan and Uncle Ouyang turned around and went back to the clinic.

"Slow down, Aunt Guan, Uncle Ouyang." Oh dear, no commotion. The two hurriedly left, leaving behind a few words of advice.

The two waved goodbye and went back into the clinic without looking back.

As soon as the three of them reached the third floor, Er Gou's wife, accompanied by a waiter, brought up two basins of warm water and placed them on the washbasin stand. She also prepared snow-white towels. "Manager, please wash your faces. We just fried a lot of crispy pork today. It smells delicious. Would you like some?"

"Sure, sure, you're so thoughtful," Lan Yamei said with a smile.

Er Gou's wife hurried downstairs with the waiter to prepare food.

Lan Yamei washed her face with one basin of water, and Zhao Zhicheng washed his face with one basin of water. Usually, after washing her face, Lan Yamei would soak her feet in the same water. Since people in this era wore cloth-soled shoes and didn't have athlete's foot, you could say that their feet were as clean as their faces.

When Lan Ya Mei first transmigrated, she couldn't stand this bad habit. Washing her face and soaking her feet in the same basin was extremely unhygienic! But seeing that everyone else was the same, and no one had athlete's foot on their face! Everyone's skin was smooth and tender, so she decided to adapt to local customs.

But this time, as soon as Lan Yamei finished washing her face, before she even started soaking her feet, Qiu Zeyu went straight to washing his face in the basin.

It was the first time Lan Ya Mei had shared a washbasin with Qiu Ze Yu, and she was genuinely shocked. She quickly asked, "Why don't you fill another basin with water? You don't mind me at all?"

"When have I ever looked down on you?" Qiu Zeyu said without looking up as he continued washing his face. After washing it clean, he took the towel from the stunned girl's hand, wiped his face, and then put it back.

He sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it as if nothing had happened.

Seeing the two of them like this, Zhao Zhicheng could only silently endure their public display of affection. After all, he was now living under someone else's roof! He didn't participate in their staring contest, but quietly washed his face and started soaking his feet.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and soak your feet. I want to soak mine too after that," Qiu Zeyu urged.

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