Chapter 6794
A Fairy Arrives in the Slums
Liu Yulian appeared somewhat delicate and affected; of course, it could also be that she had indeed been pampered for a long time, and this was a subconscious reaction.
She tiptoed carefully, stepping on the bricks by the roadside, her eyes fixed on the ground, afraid of accidentally stepping into a puddle.
She wore a pair of limited-edition high heels today; the heels were thin and long, like two sharp needles.
As she walked onto the stone path, her heel accidentally got stuck in a crack in the stone, and she instantly lost her balance.
She gasped, a look of horror crossing her face. Her hands instinctively gripped the car door handles, her knuckles turning white from the force.
She tried hard to steady herself, her legs trembling slightly, looking like a frightened fawn.
Even though Liu Yulian had imagined the terrible state of the shop countless times before coming, and thought she had made the worst preparations.
But when she actually stood at the shop entrance and saw the extremely shabby shop in front of her, she couldn't help but twitch her lips, her face full of disgust and disbelief.
What appeared before her was a shed hastily constructed from sheet metal, the pieces pieced together crookedly with uneven edges, as if it had been carelessly kneaded and hastily assembled by a large hand.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the shed began to sway, making creaking sounds, as if it might collapse at any moment from the gentle wind.
In the corner, there was a pile of coal briquettes half a person's height. The coal briquettes were black and pitted, like a pile of bombs that could explode at any moment, emitting a pungent smell of coal smoke.
Inside the shop, several worn-out plastic stools were upside down on greasy tables.
The table was covered in grease, with crisscrossing streaks of dirt, like an abstract painting.
Plastic bags, not yet cleaned, were still wrapped around the table legs, rustling in the wind as if telling a story of the place's filth and neglect.
Liu Yulian frowned and gently covered her nose with her hand. The air, a mixture of cooking fumes, coal smoke, and various other odors, was incredibly choking to her.
From childhood to adulthood, she ate either gourmet food meticulously prepared in Michelin-starred restaurants or unique delicacies from private kitchens, and her tableware was either silver or bone china, exquisite and elegant.
She couldn't stand the smell of these roadside stalls; she couldn't even bear to pass by them, let alone eat there.
She couldn't help but wonder: Is the food made here really edible?
Will it upset my stomach?
If you develop any health problems from eating it, that would be a real problem.
In contrast, Liu Jianming was much calmer than his daughter.
He first glanced at the red paper with the words "Grand Opening" pasted on the door. The red paper had faded a bit after being exposed to the wind and sun, and the gold powder on it had been blown away by the wind, leaving only a few scattered specks on the red paper, which looked like a handful of broken gold, making it look particularly shabby.
Then, with steady steps, he walked up to the proprietress and Zhang Fei.
He straightened his back slightly and forced a gentle smile onto his face. The smile looked a little stiff, but he tried his best to show his friendliness.
He looked at the proprietress and Zhang Fei, deliberately slowing down his speech and saying, word by word, "Hello, are you open for business today?"
Could you please arrange a private room for us?
His voice was deep and loud, and he enunciated each word clearly, as if afraid that the other person would not understand him because of their accent or the noisy environment.
The proprietress and Zhang Fei, a married couple, were completely stunned by Liu Jianming's words.
Their eyes widened like saucers, their pupils clearly reflecting Liu Jianming's smiling face. Yet their minds were in turmoil, unable to reconcile the imposing man before them with this humble surroundings.
They never expected that the man who stepped out of that luxury car would be such a powerful figure.
He wore a sharp suit, perfectly tailored, which made his figure appear even more upright.
The gold watch on their wrists gleamed so brightly in the sunlight that it was hard to open one's eyes. The diamonds on the dial were set in an intricate pattern, and under the refraction of the light, they emitted tiny specks of light that hurt their eyes.
Just by looking at his demeanor, you can tell that he is definitely not of low status; he is much more impressive than those white-collar workers in suits in the office buildings at the alley entrance.
They stood there dumbfounded, unsure how to respond to Liu Jianming's words.
At the same time, their gazes inadvertently fell on Liu Yulian, and once they looked at her, they couldn't look away.
The girl was wearing a light pink dress, the color soft and elegant, like a flower just beginning to bloom in spring, exuding a gentle sweetness.
The skirt is embroidered with delicate lace, every stitch and thread is exquisite. As the breeze gently blows, the lace flutters like a lively elf.
Her skin was as white as a freshly peeled lychee, delicate and smooth, with a faint glow. In this dusty, smoky alley, she appeared exceptionally fresh and refined, like someone who had stepped out of a New Year's painting, even more beautiful than those heavily made-up celebrities on television.
The necklace around her neck shimmered with silver light, sparkling enchantingly in the sunlight. The pendant was a small, delicate heart, peeking out from her neckline and adding a touch of playfulness and charm.
Are these people here to eat?
The proprietress and Zhang Fei exchanged a glance, and the same thought simultaneously arose in their minds.
But as soon as the idea popped into their heads, they rejected it themselves.
How can it be?
They muttered to themselves.
Their little shop was just an ordinary roadside stall in this narrow alley, with a simple environment, old tables and chairs, and not even a decent sign.
Their small temples are usually frequented by local residents or passersby—ordinary people looking to fill their stomachs or get something practical.
What could possibly attract such a magnificent Buddha statue, with its luxury cars and glamorous attire?
This is simply like a fantasy.
The landlady and Zhang Fei's minds went blank, as if they had been hit hard with a wooden stick. Their ears were ringing, and all sorts of chaotic thoughts were racing through their minds, but they couldn't make sense of it at all.
They stood there, speechless, their mouths slightly open, unsure of what to say.
The proprietress subconsciously tugged at her son Zhang Fei's arm, her movements somewhat flustered, her fingernails digging unconsciously into the flesh of his arm.
Zhang Fei grimaced in pain, his facial muscles contorted, but seeing his mother's tense and confused expression, he dared not utter a sound and could only silently endure the pain.
Liu Jianming seemed to sense their confusion and tension. He took a small step forward, his smile becoming even warmer, like the warm sun in winter, making them feel exceptionally kind. (End of Chapter)