Chapter 1495: Chapter 1370: Qiaoqiao’s Progress Once Again
Qiaoqiao rembers a tasting event in the supermarket where they recomnded a brand of vinaigrette. They mixed it with a lot of vegetables and poured the dressing on top. Although he thought it wasn’t as delicious as the one at ho, several people who tried it together ended up buying it.
Now, he easily suggests, "XX brand vinaigrette! Brother, buy this! It’s delicious!"
Lun Chuan couldn’t help but laugh again. He looked at Qiaoqiao’s proud yet serious deanor in the rearview mirror and said, "Okay, let’s buy this."
"And we need to buy a pack of toothpicks!" Qiaoqiao instructed, "Little forks are also fine; they use these for taste testing."
"Alright," Lun Chuan replied patiently. "Anything else? Think carefully. This is related to whether Qiaoqiao can personally feed the animals. We need to be well prepared."
Qiaoqiao racked his brains, "Let
think again."
...
The car drove all the way to Shan City, with Lun Chuan driving the whole ti. He even comnted, "This city is perfect for growing bougainvillea. They bloom in clusters of bright red, magenta, and purplish-red, covering everything..."
Song Tan nodded, "My mom would definitely love it."
Wu Lan loves all kinds of red flowers and dislikes white ones. Even this spring, she sohow got ahold of a large bunch of cockscomb seeds from soone and tried to spread them in the flowerbed gaps, only to be stopped by Lun Chuan.
At that ti, the large Florentina climbing roses hadn’t blood yet, and he made a million promises to prevent the flowerbed from being overrun by cockscombs—after all, when they bloom, they look like large cockscombs, and once the seeds mature, they fall to the ground, take root, and germinate again.
While flowers and plants shouldn’t have a hierarchy of value, Lun Chuan’s flowerbed was carefully designed in terms of color distribution and shape.
In the end, the large bunch of cockscomb seeds was scattered along the road going up the mountain. Lun Chuan even suggested that they could plant so marigolds or Gesang flowers, but Seventh Uncle vetoed the idea:
"Why plant sothing flashy like that? Isn’t it better to grow a couple of cowpeas? People always say there’s no stock during Qiaoqiao’s livestreams. If that doesn’t work, you can always plant so pumpkins."
Song Tan thought, if they planted like that in every available space, why would she need to section off plots on the hillside for large-scale planting? Every nook and cranny would be taken over by various vegetables.
Also, passersby might snatch a lon or pull a vine, and there would be no one to hold accountable.
What’s the point?
She finally decided, "Let’s plant Ai Cao. You can never have too much of that."
In any case, when it cos to flowers, everyone’s tastes in the family differ. However, when the Florentina climbing roses, which had been pruned and fertilized at the beginning of the month, began blooming, Wu Lan was instantly captivated.
——The wall full of vibrant red roses contrasted with the lush green leaves, vibrant as the rich hues in an oil painting. Who wouldn’t love that?
In the end, she concluded, "Money well spent."
In other words, her cockscombs don’t cost anything, so it’s normal if they’re not as good.
Anyway, Qiaoqiao was already leaning against the car window, looking at this unfamiliar city.
"There’s a linked panda-thed hotel near the zoo. I booked a room there earlier. Qiaoqiao, can you call the hotel and ask if they provide al heating services?"
"?" Qiaoqiao had no such experience yet. He took out his phone and asked, "Can I just call this order number?"
"Yes," Lun Chuan encouraged him. "Try it. We’re the ones paying, so we deserve respect. It’s okay if you say sothing wrong; we can always communicate again when we return to the hotel tonight."
"Co on, give it a try, okay?"
He checked the GPS, "It’s about 10 kiloters to the Mountain City Zoo. By the ti you finish the call, we should be almost there."
Since there wouldn’t be any mistakes, Qiaoqiao was not afraid.
He held the phone as he dialed the number:
"Hello, this is Panda Hotel..."
The girl on the other end was gentle and detailed. Qiaoqiao couldn’t help but smile as he said boldly, "Hello, my brother booked a room at your hotel. Could you help us heat our food?"
Heat food?
The front desk was montarily confused, "Hello, are you asking for dining services? We offer simple als at our hotel. If you’re interested in trying local specialties, there are many takeout options nearby..."
"No, no." Qiaoqiao shook his head on the phone. "I brought my own food. Can you help heat it? Just steam it."
Oh, this.
The front desk paused.
While you might encounter all kinds of situations in a hotel, ever since the takeout industry bood, the phenonon of bringing your own food to the hotel has almost disappeared.
She hesitated for a mont, "May I ask roughly what ti you need this service? I need to contact the dining departnt first."
Lun Chuan checked the ti, "9:00 PM."
In hotels with formal dining services, kitchens usually start closing around 9:30 to 10:00 PM. Unfortunately, this hotel only offered al sets at night, so—
"I’m sorry, but our dining departnt closes at 8:00 PM. At 9:00 PM, we might not be able to provide the service..."
While listening to the call, Qiaoqiao looked at Lun Chuan with questioning eyes.
Lun Chuan simply said, "For tonight and tomorrow morning’s breakfast reheating service, 1,000 yuan."
The voice on the other end paused, then beca much louder, "Please hold on."
Qiaoqiao already felt a pang of heartache. After hanging up, he shook his head and said, "1,000 yuan is a lot... I can just eat whatever. It’s okay if it’s cold."
Because they specifically didn’t use lard in the cooking, it was fine to eat cold.
Lun Chuan replied warmly, "1,000 yuan is a lot, but it’s not that much either. Qiaoqiao, you have a job now. Other working people choose to treat themselves after getting their paychecks."
"You should learn this too."
"Money is ant to make your life easier, more comfortable, and happier. But if you always save money and never spend it, it’s pointless."
"Just like the shoes you’re wearing—are they more comfortable than the previous ones?"
Qiaoqiao hesitated and nodded.
These shoes were a gift from Lun Chuan. Because they were comfortable and looked good, he cherished them and still kept them looking new.
But isn’t Song Tan capable of buying such shoes?
No, it’s just that in the Lao Song’s family, they never had the concept of spending money on service.
Maybe this year was better. They were willing to hire people for work instead of doing the hard labor themselves, but the clothes remained old. Even when Wu Lan shopped online for clothes, she always bought the cheapest ones...
Actually, this frugality also cost a lot of money.
Clearly, they could have outsourced food preparation to a restaurant for processing, costing less than a hundred yuan. They could have also booked a hotel with dining services... Yet, Lun Chuan still wanted to do it this way.
It’s not that he had too much money or wanted to teach Qiaoqiao to spend.
He just wanted him to understand that money’s value lies not in accumulation, but in its use.
For siblings with a net worth of over ten million now, this kind of consumption philosophy still needed to be explored.
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