Xiaohua hid behind him, waiting for her arrival.
After dinner, Xie Purou drove the RV away from the base.
Halfway through the drive, I saw Qingche standing alone under a tree through the car window. So lonely... so desolate...
It seems that God has given a privilege to people with good looks, which makes people sigh just by looking at his thin back.
After parking the RV, Xie Purou walked out with the prepared canned food.
His clear and lifeless eyes flashed when they met hers. Before he could speak, Xie Pu Rou spoke first.
"I'm leaving now."
She put the bag of cans in the open space, which also contained an umbrella and a new set of clothes.
"I think it's going to rain again. Here's an umbrella and a set of clothes..."
"Sister...are you leaving?" Qingche tightened the small white flower in her hand behind her back, her eyes dim.
Xie Purou closed her eyes and then opened them again: "Well, I still have a lot of things to do. I don't have much canned food left, so you should save some."
The system did not give her clear instructions on how to find the secret of the zombies in Qingche, so she thought of just letting things take their course, but she would not stop trying to visit other bases.
"I'll give you canned food next time I see you. I'll try to come once a month."
The two of them met by chance. After Xie Pu Rou gave the things, she turned around and left, leaving Qing Che standing alone under the tree.
His eyes went from dull to bright and then back to gray in just a few minutes. His clothes were blown up by the wind...
After a long time, Qingche walked over and picked up the can that Xie Purou gave him.
The pure white and holy little flower in his hand was squeezed into a ball by him using too much force.
Qingche opened her clenched fist and placed the flower in her palm in front of her.
Xie Pu Rou returned to the base, put the RV into the space, and went straight back to the B&B.
Her breath disappeared within the clear sensing range.
The good-looking zombie made a decision: one month is too long, he wants to follow!
Singing the Beauty of the Ages...
As soon as Xie Purou stepped into the B&B, she was attracted by the opera slogans on the second floor of the teahouse.
The entire poster is filled with a strong flavor of opera between the lines. Just looking at the words makes people involuntarily immersed in it and forget everything else.
Many people were attracted by the advertising slogans and stopped in front of the billboards and lingered there.
After browsing all the content and returning to reality, I felt a shock all over my body. It was a shock as if my brain was invaded by culture.
A certain awakened heritage in the blood suddenly revived, making people want to go and watch a performance, to calm down and feel the tranquility in the end times.
After reading the promotional slogan, most people headed towards the teahouse, and Xie Pu Rou went forward to join in the fun.
There were no waiters in the teahouse, only the busy voices of robots constantly introducing the teas in the teahouse.
There were so many people in the teahouse, with floors upon floors of people, that even with such a large area, she wondered if it was too crowded and considered building a third floor.
When Uncle Fu saw her coming, he was very enthusiastic. He asked the guests surrounding him to wait for a while and came over to greet her.
"The owner is here. Are you here to watch opera on the second floor?" Uncle Fu came over with a smile.
Xie Purou nodded and said, "I can just go up and find a corner by myself. Uncle Fu, you don't have to worry about me."
"Oh, right." She took out a large bottle of water from the space that the base had received. "Take this water and try it to see if it's the same water you've drunk before."
"Okay, I'll try it in a moment."
Uncle Fu's face was beaming, as if this job brought him a lot of happiness.
"Then I won't greet you. I have to go and get busy first."
"good."
"I'm here." Uncle Fu responded to the guests who were still waiting for him. He looked energetic and smiled from ear to ear.
He really enjoys his job, walks briskly, and is more energetic than many young people in their twenties.
It was the first time she had met someone who was so happy about their work, just like... like that little yellow square sponge!
When she got to the second floor, she chose a corner to sit down. Uncle Fu came up from the first floor and handed her a pot of freshly brewed Biluochun tea.
This tea isn't the most expensive in the shop, but after Uncle Fu's careful blending with good water, it tastes very fragrant. Ordinary customers can't enjoy tea made with such good water and excellent craftsmanship.
There were only a few robots placed earlier in the store, and there were no waiters. People who sat on the second floor to drink tea and watch the show had to go downstairs to find Uncle Fu to buy a pot of freshly brewed tea.
The lighting on the second floor was generally dim, with all the lights shining on the stage. The people on the stage were singing opera tunes in sync with the music.
Most of the people sitting close to the audience were grandparents, and they listened attentively and fascinated.
She took out some melon seeds from the space and started eating them alone in the corner.
After the song, it's intermission time.
After the cheers from the second floor stopped, there was a lot of discussion. Some were discussing which show was the most exciting, while others were reminiscing about it.
Xie Purou saw it.
She stayed in this corner all the time, bringing out the little animals in the space to eat melon seeds and watch the show with her.
After all the shows for the day were scheduled, Uncle Fu went up to the second floor of the teahouse to start clearing people out.
Xie Purou called out to Uncle Fu, who was about to leave after cleaning up the place, and said, "Uncle Fu, let's hire some employees."
Recruiting in a B&B is easy, but this time the person who interviewed was Uncle Fu.
She gave the employee identification detector to Uncle Fu for temporary use. That night, the teahouse closed early and posted a notice at the door announcing recruitment and the next day's closure.
The interview will be in the office building tomorrow, not in the teahouse.
That night, Xie Purou renovated and rebuilt the teahouse, adding a third floor. The third floor was a private room, where one could have a quiet place to talk while clearly seeing the performance on the stage.
From the outside, each room exudes refinement and luxury. The private rooms are large, and the distances between them are wide. The decorations in front of the door are also exquisite. She wants to create a place that is affordable.
The development of homestays has almost reached its peak, and it is time to harvest some wealthy people's wallets.
As long as we specifically attract wealthy people to consume and give them different preferential treatments, we don’t have to worry about others being reluctant to spend money.
This is also one of her considerations when she wants to recruit people to work in the teahouse.
Robots are convenient, but it is still people who can stimulate consumption to the greatest extent.
Robots and real people can provide the same services, but their emotional values may be different.
When you push open the door of a private room and walk in, the interior decoration of any room is remarkable. They all have different decoration styles, which can cater to the styles and preferences of different people.
The idea that one should drink tea and eat snacks while watching a play is a fact that permeates the lives of Chinese people.
She decided to start ordering in the teahouse as well.
The waiters on the second floor are robots, and the waiters on the third floor are real people.
On the second floor you can only order some melon seeds, tea, and simple snacks.
On the third floor, you can order some complex snacks, and you can choose tea according to the types of tea below. As long as you can afford the points, you can drink tea of any price.
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