Chapter 112:

Fortunately, He An didn't hear it, picked up a plastic plate, and went straight to the pastry cabinet to clip the butterfly cake.
With the lesson from the previous car, Zheng Feiyu was afraid that He An would leave the impression that he was in the West Point House
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, and immediately ended the cold treatment. When he met Omega again, he answered three words: "Married."
Omegas were suspicious, and went to the store staff to check the truth.
The shop assistants also raced one by one, answering, "Do you know why this shop is called" Redberry West Point House "? Because the manager's daughter likes red strawberries."
Alpha, who is nearly one meter tall, has a cute red strawberry sewn on the apron pocket. This kind of strong temperament contradiction can only be explained by relatives. Omegas saw that Zheng Feiyu had a family and children, and was hopeless. The enthusiasm finally faded away, and the bar counter was cleaned up.
However, this is not the only trouble.
Because of his outstanding appearance, Zheng Feiyu has always been the most well-known among Alpha entrepreneurs.
When he came to Luoyang Town, he no longer combed his head and turned his head away, and did not use his real name. Even so, he was occasionally recognized. Fortunately, the identity of the "married barista in a small town" and the "former president of Jiu Sheng Single" are too different. Even if they are similar in appearance, most people are afraid to make a conclusion and often feel that they think too much.
The first to recognize him was an intern reporter at a food magazine.
The young reporter has great enthusiasm for the work. He came to the Redberry West Point House for an interview. He first took a lot of photos
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, including windowsills, tables and chairs, decorative plants, hand-painted menus and specialty cakes. Holding David, he talked forty minutes in crappy English. Near the end, she was holding her cell phone, and she walked to the bar excitedly again, shaking her throat and asking Zheng Feiyu: "You ... Are you Mr. Zheng, Jiusheng?"
That excitement looked as if to say: I want to make a big news!
Zheng Fei sank and gave her a stern look: "It shouldn't be written, don't write it randomly."
The little reporter was frightened, and the mobile phone almost hit the ground.
"No scribbles, first, no scribbles ..." She nodded, raising her hand firmly.
What Zheng Feiyu didn't know was that when the little reporter went back, he wrote a food report about Redberry West Point House, and kept his promise, hiding his true identity. This one-page report will help him a lot in the future.
At the end of March, the day grows longer, the cicadas crow, and the ducklings at the bottom of the bridge grow into fat plump ducks.
Summer is here in Luojing.
The small towns in the south have low latitudes. In the early summer, when Yuanjiang is still waiting in the north to pick up in early spring, the peony in Luojing Town has already been opened.
Where there is plenty of sunshine and rain, weeds tend to spread. Dai Xiao was busy weeding during the day, and Lily of the Valley wore small pants and squatted beside the flowerbed, wearing a straw hat, holding a thin branch in his hand, and fiddled with the mellow watermelon bug in the grass to play as a ball.
The body of six hundred and sixty is almost roasted by the sun, the fur is on the ground, and the tongue is stuck on the wall.
Cheng Xiu went to clean up the guest room, walked down the stairs while holding a large pile of used sheets and was thrown into the washing machine. Then he poured a bottle of sanitizing detergent and turned it around.
He An was still physically weak, and he was tired with the heat. He set up a chaise lounge under the promenade and fell asleep under a blanket.
Zheng Feiyu went back to the inn to rest every afternoon and stepped into the door, often seeing such a picture, no less than ten. He would first say hello to Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu, and then handed Lily a piece of milk cake today, then he would put a blanket on He An, who was sleeping, and finally went to rest in his room.
He lived in Qingguo Inn for three months, and everyone was used to his existence.
For three months and nearly a hundred days, his performance every day was beyond reproach.
The inn is in trouble. As long as he asks for help, no matter how big or small the situation is, he will not quit. It is simpler to make a plan and let Dai Xiao solve it by himself. When they show up, they are eradicated directly, and they can be done on the same day without delaying to the next day, as if they were holding a life-saving stopwatch.
This style is bad when it's bad, and neat when it's good. It works really well when dealing with problems.
Ever since Zheng Feiyu moved in, Qingguo Inn has no more troubles to resolve, because all the signs that might cause the situation to expand have been strangled to death. After more similar experience, trust gradually accumulated, and even Dai Xiao's attitude towards him eased a lot. When he met on a weekday, he nodded and greeted him, and he was regarded as half a friend.
Dai Xiaoshang is still like this, and Lily of the Valley naturally goes without saying.
When the little girl was still in her mother's womb, she was afraid of Zheng Feiyan. She was soaked with pheromone, and it was not easy to break the connection between the two.
In order to get closer to his daughter soon, Zheng Feiyu had to use another connection to replace it: every afternoon, he sent a freshly baked milk cake to Suzuran. Over time, Lily of the Valley formed a conditioned reflex-as long as he smelled Zheng Fei's pheromone, he knew that there would be a sweet and creamy milk cake, and naturally he would not be disgusted.
This may be a bit mean, but it works.
Summer nights are hot and the stars are full of sky.
The family of Qingguo Inn gathers in the small living room to cool off every night. The TV shows a star reality show, the coffee table is filled with iced sandy watermelon, the sofa is covered with a layer of cool bamboo rafters, and 666 is lazily lying on a cat hammock.
Zheng Feiyu has performed well recently and is allowed to participate.
Most of the time, the atmosphere is harmonious. Eat a few watermelons, drink a cup of lemon tea, and talk about the new words that Lily of the Valley have learned recently. But occasionally, the iniquity he had created jumped out coldly, tripping him hard.
For example, tonight, Fei Zheng went into the living room as usual. Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu were both there, and they were holding their cell phones and eating chicken in double rows. Two strange short-haired girls sat on the sofa watching the entertainment broadcast with great interest. It was probably that a new and up-and-coming singer sent a digital album and the sales peaked overnight.
He An accompanied Lily of the Valley to sit in the middle of the carpet, and spread out various bottles and jars in front of it. There were small plates, small frying pans, and carrots, bananas, chicken legs, tofu, and cauliflower made of plastic ... Unscrew it, put a few carrots in it, screw the lid up again, and shake it vigorously. After a while, unscrew the lid and pour out the carrots.