After exchanging a few polite words, the shopkeeper took the silver and returned to the counter.
Qin Luo turned her head and saw that the person who had just promised her...
They said they would never eat an extra bite, and they certainly wouldn't scare the other guests—the four little brats.
Her mouth was agape as if she wanted to swallow the steamer whole, so she simply stopped caring.
Since he couldn't beat them, he had no choice but to join them, so he picked up the wontons and started eating them in big mouthfuls.
After they finished eating and left the inn, all the other guests crowded around the counter.
The shopkeepers were all talking about it.
"Shopkeeper, whose young masters and young ladies are these? I think besides those two young men, those five women can really eat!"
"Yes, especially the four little ones, they look like they haven't eaten in eight hundred years."
"Don't talk nonsense. What do you mean they haven't eaten in eight hundred years? Look at their chubby little arms and faces. They're obviously raised in a wealthy family."
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in unison in agreement.
But after a short while, some people began to question it again.
"Tell me, which rich family's child doesn't have a whole bunch of maids and servants when they go out? I don't think they even have a single servant."
"Hey, how do you know there aren't any servants? I've heard that there are secret guards trained by powerful families who protect people from the shadows, and we ordinary people can't see them at all."
"Wow, that's incredible! These kids are so generous, and they all look quite extraordinary. Could they be from the capital?"
After much deliberation, the shopkeeper's legs began to give way.
What merit does his tiny shop possess to deserve such hospitality from the capital?
Upon seeing this, the waiter immediately stepped forward to help her up.
"Manager, our inn's chance to turn things around has arrived! I'll call the waiters right now and have them go outside and spread the word: our inn is now the top choice for distinguished guests from the capital!"
The shopkeeper, upon hearing her words, instantly became excited as well.
“Go, I’ll go with you. Let’s call the cook too, so everyone can know that our Rock Inn not only offers good accommodations but also delicious food.”
"Okay, I'll go get help right away."
As the shopkeeper spoke, he pointed to the spot where Qin Luo and the others had just eaten.
The sound was so loud that everyone in the entire inn could hear it.
"I'm not bragging, just look at those mountain of steamers. That shows how delicious our buns are. Even guests from the capital love them."
As soon as he finished speaking, almost every table of guests ordered a steamed bun.
The unsuspecting chef was busy as a bee, thinking that his skills had finally been recognized.
They insisted that the shopkeeper wait until he was finished before going to promote the business together.
The shopkeeper was in a good mood today, so he gave in to her wishes.
After everyone finished their work, he took the waiter and the waiter with him.
And then there's that confident chef, strolling all over Danchi City.
They told everyone they met that several distinguished guests had come to their shop.
They not only praised the excellent accommodations, but also said the food was even better than what they had in the capital.
The steamed buns in the shop, in particular, are absolutely delicious.
Even the service was top-notch, which piqued everyone's curiosity.
Whether rich or poor, everyone wanted to try the Rock Inn.
Those steamed buns are even better than those in the imperial city…
Qin Luo and the others were completely unaware of this. They went to a secluded spot and retrieved the carriage.
We headed towards Miyuan Village, fortunately, the village wasn't far from the city.
However, the carriage ride took only an hour and a half, and I arrived, staring blankly at my long-lost home.
They rushed inside, even though the house had been reduced to ruins and was unrecognizable.
Qin Luo and the others followed him inside, while they stood quietly to the side.
Watching him, he touched this and looked at that, sometimes sighing, sometimes wiping away tears.
Qin Luo knew he was upset, but the past was the past.
Constantly dwelling on the past will only prevent one from moving on.
She stepped forward and patted the dazed man on the shoulder.
“Let’s go to your aunt and uncle’s graves to offer incense and pay our respects first. I’ll ask the village chief to come and rebuild the house later. You can come back and stay here when you’re working in the city.”
She had considered everything very carefully, and the girl stared at her blankly, her eyes filled with gratitude.
"Thanks!"
But then, Qin Luo raised his hand and slapped him.
He took a huge, smeared picture of his gratitude.
"Thank me my ass! Don't forget that you, Qin Huanzhi, Qin Daidai, Gongshan Huanzhi, are rich now!"
Hearing her rattle off that string of names, even Daidai herself was a little dazed.
"Actually, I have another name, Luqiu Ji, but I want it to be forgotten along with my past."
"Alright, forget it if you want. From now on, your name will be Huanzhi, no matter what your surname is."
"Yes, I will always remember that my surname is Qin."
Seeing that the atmosphere had suddenly become somewhat sad again, Qin Luo urged him...
We quickly took them to the shrine, but Daidai didn't even know the exact location.
I could only roughly walk there based on my memory, and arrived at the cemetery.
He didn't look at the inscription on the tombstone, but stared blankly at it.
He walked towards a row of desolate graves; he was still mentally impaired when his family was murdered.
They knew absolutely nothing about burial matters; the village chief and others buried their relatives' bodies.
The blacksmith knew nothing at the time and was afraid that the bully would come knocking on his door.
So the two families were buried together, and no one has taken care of it over the years.
Those graves were overgrown with weeds; staring at them filled me with unbearable guilt.
He strode forward and began pulling weeds with his bare hands, wanting his loved ones to be able to bask in the sun again.
Instead of being covered and hidden by weeds, Qin Luo and the others were not idle either.
Take out your tools and start working; in no time...
They cleared away all the grave mounds.
Including the blacksmith's family, because the burial was hasty and no tombstone was erected.
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