An Yan is drawing a beautiful face. It is not a sudden idea. She made it carefully because it is useful. She also applied new technology and formula. Now it is almost done. She is doing the final step of drawing eyebrows and applying rouge on her face. She is indeed a stunning beauty who is incomparable to anyone.

In this world, there is almost no one whose face can surpass hers, even An Yan herself is a little bit inferior.

An old man came in from outside. He always looked very happy and said, "City Lord, the desserts and fruits are ready. Do you want to move in now?"

An Yan admired her masterpiece for a moment, then looked at her watch and said, "Wait a moment. Ask them to serve it in half an hour, otherwise the sour plum soup will lose its coolness and become unpalatable."

"Who is the city lord planning to entertain?" The old man was a little curious after all. He had just asked his servants to work for a long time and make many new kinds of snacks. He was probably going to entertain some important person.

"It's not a treat for anyone, but it's an important matter. Give the order again. Set up a banquet in the evening and make a few more fresh dishes. Don't skimp on the ingredients." An Yan gave him another order.

"That's right. We don't have to save. We can afford it." The old man nodded repeatedly and asked, "The city lord should be able to stay for a while longer this time he comes back." The old man said to her with a smile.

"I won't stay long, just two days at most. What do you want?" An Yan asked him, carefully putting down her face.

"The wife-hunting arena has been set up. People are asking when it will start. I can't decide. I'll ask the city lord when it will start." The old man said, and then reported to her, "A total of 669 invitations have been received."

"Wow, that's quite a lot." An Yan chuckled.

"It's not a lot, it's too much. There are still notices arriving from time to time." The old man sighed softly, but he was also very expectant.

"You need to ask Li Rongsen when to start. He's been busy lately, so let's wait until he's done with his busy schedule. Also, these people need to be screened."

"It's time to select, otherwise West City will be almost full."

"Didn't Li Rongsen order the construction of many small buildings? Is there still room for everyone to live there?" An Yan asked.

"There is not enough accommodation, there are too many people. Let them all live in Huashe Mountain and North Courtyard. I guess they will make a lot of money." The old man felt it was a pity, otherwise West City would make a lot of money.

"Why, are all the people here from other places?" An Yan asked again. She really underestimated Li Rongsen. All the people from Gala Corner came, which showed that he was really charming.

"I don't know where those people came from. Most of the people on the stickers are people I've never heard of, and I don't know what they look like." The old man felt that the situation of this event was unprecedented.

Even the election of the West City Lord back then might not have been this lively.

An Yan thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I understand. I need to think about it carefully."

"City Lord, the clothes you want are ready. They are specially shipped from the North Courtyard. The weavers there are the best and know how to weave luxurious and beautiful clothes. Every piece is extraordinarily beautiful." When the old man heard that An Yan wanted top-quality fabrics, he made a special trip to the North Courtyard to ask for advice. As expected, the court was famous for its extravagance and waste.

"Bring them all in and hang them on the shelf. I'll look at them one by one." An Yan ordered, while picking up the teacup and taking a sip.

The old man immediately asked his servants to bring them up carefully and hang them all on the clothes rack, a total of twenty pieces.

An Yan touched the sleeve and found that it was woven with gold thread. The pattern shone golden in the sun. She asked, "How much did it cost?"

"Ten thousand taels of gold, but the new head of the North Courtyard only accepted five thousand taels, half sold and half given away." The old man said with a smile.

"He still only accepts gold and not money?" An Yan thought that Bei Mo should get used to opening a bank card, but he still accepts gold.

"The new head of the North Courtyard said that we should save some gold. I have no objection to what he says. Anyway, we in West City don't lack gold." The old man said with a smile, and then said, "We also use gold for trade with other places, but we have gradually switched to bank transfers. This is also Mr. Li's idea. He said to save as much gold as possible."

"That's exactly what you mean." An Yan nodded, thinking that Li Rongsen had considered everything carefully.

"If there is nothing else, I will go and arrange the dinner." The old man said and took his leave.

"Have the snacks I asked you to get from the North Courtyard been delivered?" An Yan thought of this incident.

The old man was also puzzled by this matter. Who on earth was the city lord going to entertain? Why did he have to travel all the way to the North Courtyard to get a nod? He said, "We just sent them there, but they haven't arrived yet. It will take some time."

"Okay, you go down first." An Yan nodded, then went back to continue drawing the facial makeup on her hands, then put her on the table, waited for the rouge on her face to dry, and went to look at the clothes on the hanger, preparing to carefully select the two most suitable ones.

But actually you don’t have to be picky, all of them are good.

Half an hour had passed, and the servants brought up the desserts and fruits according to the old man's instructions. Yan Qingqiu strode in and said to him, "You are on time, not a minute late."

"I'm taking a nap. I've been very idle lately. Apart from sleeping, I've been doing nothing. I'm going to get sick from being idle." Yan Qingqiu yawned as he spoke. Seeing the dry snacks on the table, he asked, "You can't finish them all by yourself, right?"

"Of course you can't finish it. Just sit down and eat together." An Yan motioned for him to sit down.

Yan Qingqiu was not polite, and he found that the pastries on the table were all his favorites, which was very strange. Could it be that they were specially prepared for him, but he didn't ask.

An Yan asked him, "Is it delicious? I remember you liked these the most." Yi Yu pointed to one of the plates of cakes and said, "Yes, this was your favorite when you were in the North Courtyard. I specially asked them to make a plate of the same. Do you think it tastes similar?"

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"It's much worse." Yan Qingqiu blurted out.

Anyan was not annoyed, she just said: "I have told them to go to the north courtyard to get it, it will be delivered soon, I think it will suit your taste."

Just as she finished speaking, a servant came over with a box of pastries. He stood at the door and said, "City Lord, the things we brought from the North Courtyard have arrived."

An Yan waved at him and said, "Bring it in."

There were a few snacks in the food box, all of which were specialties of the North Courtyard, and they were placed one by one on the table.

Yan Qingqiu had already stopped holding the cakes in his hand, looked at An Yan with a puzzled look, and asked: "An Yan, are you trying to please me?"

"Oh, you actually figured it out." An Yan looked a little disappointed, with a hint of teasing in her expression.

"An Yan!" Yan Qingqiu stood up immediately, wiped his mouth, and said, "What are you going to do? Are you trying to force me to do something shameless and evil?"

"Look at you, sit down quickly." An Yan motioned him to sit down and pointed at the cakes on the plate, saying, "Eat a piece of cake first, then talk. When have I ever hurt you?"

"You never harmed me before, but now you want to do it to me." Yan Qingqiu didn't sit down, he just stood. However, the pastries on the table were so tempting that he ate while standing, picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

An Yan smiled, handed him the sour plum soup, and said, "Hey, this is just the right amount of ice. Have a sip."

"I don't want to drink it. Tell me what's going on. Don't keep me hanging." Although Yan Qingqiu said this, he still couldn't help but took it and took a sip. It was indeed delicious.

"Why don't you sit down? Aren't you tired of eating while standing?" An Yan laughed at him.

"I won't sit."

"You've already eaten, so you can't disobey me. Hurry up and sit down and eat." An Yan pretended to be stern and scolded him.