My cross-dimensional black market shop has a 100% return rate.

In the afternoon, Aunt Wang and her mahjong friends came to play mahjong again.

Aunt Wang said they all felt that the mahjong machines in Luozhuang were brand new and convenient, the environment was pleasant, and there were also large parasols for shade. Playing mahjong in the courtyard of this guesthouse was very comfortable.

She discussed with Luo Zhuang that they wouldn't use the mahjong table for free; they would cover Luo Zhuang's and the guests' breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Regardless of who cooked, the aunties would conveniently cook for the guests.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that there are not many guests at the Luozhuang Hotel.

If there are too many guests in the hotel, the aunties might not be able to take care of everyone.

After all, the ladies came here to play mahjong, not to make cooking their main job.

Luo Zhuang readily agreed. What could be better than having someone cook for you? Besides, the aunties—especially Aunt Wang—had been cooking for most of their lives, and they were all quite skilled, as he knew.

So the aunties spent an afternoon playing mahjong in the courtyard of the guesthouse.

Meanwhile, Luo Zhuang, avoiding the gaze of the aunties in the lobby, continued practicing the "Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu." Listening to the "crackling" sound of cards being slammed, he practiced each movement of the "Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu," and surprisingly, he felt quite at ease.

By evening, he had learned all the movements in "Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu" and felt that he had become much stronger.

However, when practicing all the movements together, it is inevitable that they will feel a bit stiff, and there will be some blockages between the movements, making it difficult to achieve the full effect. More practice is still needed.

Neither Hua Hengyue nor Gan San Niang came downstairs that afternoon, and Luo Zhuang guessed that the two ancient women were addicted to watching TV.

It seems they can accept the TV series "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".

The aunties' mahjong game was like clocking in and out of get off work; it never interfered with their mealtimes or rest periods. They all got up and left when it was almost lunchtime.

Dinner was prepared by Aunt Wang again; she took care of all three meals today.

After she finished cooking, she called out to Luo Zhuang in the yard, and Luo Zhuang went over and brought the dinner over.

Tonight, Aunt Wang made scrambled eggs with tomatoes and stir-fried vegetables, and cooked rice. Luo Zhuang didn't eat at Aunt Wang's house; he took his rice to the guesthouse's restaurant and called Hua Hengyue and Gan San Niang to come down and eat.

He originally wanted to invite Aunt Wang to come and eat with him, but Aunt Wang waved her hand repeatedly and said, "I don't understand the topics you young people talk about. If I sit with you and eat, I won't be able to talk or understand anything, so forget it. I'll just eat at home."

Luo Zhuang had no choice but to give up. He sensed that the woman had a fear and resistance towards cosplay, a trendy thing for young people.

After Gan San Niang and Hua Heng Yue came down, they went to the restaurant and sat down. The stir-fried greens were brightly colored, and the scrambled eggs with tomatoes were red and yellow, which made people's appetites just by looking at them. With rice, they were instantly won over by Gan San Niang and Hua Heng Yue.

Gan San Niang originally wanted to say something, but at this moment she didn't care and ate her food in big mouthfuls.

She ate with gusto and couldn't help but exclaim, "The food here at the Immortal's Abode is truly delicious! Compared to this, what I used to eat was practically pig swill!"

This woman is really uninhibited; she would never have spoken like this at noon.

In comparison, Hua Hengyue was much more refined, eating in small bites, but at a considerable pace and quite quickly.

Luo Zhuang smiled but didn't respond. Instead, he asked, "How's the TV?"

Gan San Niang said, "Oh right, I was just about to tell the Immortal Master about this, but the food here is so delicious that I forgot to mention it."

She put down her chopsticks and paused for a moment before saying, "That television was amazing. I've never seen such a realistic shadow puppet show before. The characters in the play didn't seem like shadow puppets at all; it was as if real people were hiding among them, putting on a show right in front of us."

Hua Hengyue nodded in agreement, but said nothing and continued to eat in small bites.

Gan San Niang continued, "But Linghu Chong in that play is really too annoying."

Sigh... It's true that my circumstances have changed, and so have my thoughts and ideas.

In the past, I might have thought Linghu Chong was unrestrained and unconventional, but after experiencing so many things, I feel that he is incapable of distinguishing right from wrong, and the more I look at him, the more I hate him.

"What a pity that he learned such a perfect set of Dugu Nine Swords..."

Luo Zhuang was surprised that Gan San Niang would express such insights. It seemed that Gan San Niang had really taken it to heart that afternoon upstairs.

Gan San Niang didn't say anything else, but the local TV station she randomly turned on broadcast "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" all afternoon?

Hua Hengyue neither nodded nor shook her head, and continued eating in small bites.

Luo Zhuang didn't even know if the girl was listening; she seemed to be eating quite attentively.

Gan San Niang paused slightly at this point, secretly glancing at Luo Zhuang, before sitting up straight and asking, as if she had made up her mind: "Immortal Master, how does Linghu Chong practice the Dugu Nine Swords?"

"Immortal Master, do you possess this martial art? If so, could you please teach it to me?"

Luo Zhuang chuckled, never expecting that Gan San Niang would actually set her sights on the Dugu Nine Swords.

He said, "Then you're going to be disappointed. The sword techniques you see on TV are just made up in novels; they don't exist in reality."

Gan San Niang was stunned for a moment, and was somewhat lost in thought.

Luo Zhuang said, "Let's eat quickly."

Gan San Niang then picked up her chopsticks and began to eat her rice in silence.

Only then did she suddenly realize that Hua Hengyue had already eaten most of the food on the plate, leaving very little. She exclaimed in surprise, "Girl, do you have such a big appetite?!"

Hua Hengyue blushed instantly, somewhat embarrassed: "I used to eat very little, but the food here at Immortal Master's is so delicious that I've been eating more and more these past two days without even realizing it."

Luo Zhuang laughed and said, "That's good! A good appetite leads to good health."

Gan San Niang nodded as well: "It is indeed a good thing."

Hua Hengyue put down her chopsticks, feeling a little embarrassed to eat any more.

Luo Zhuang and Gan San Niang finished cleaning up the remaining dishes, and then Gan San Niang and Hua Heng Yue took turns clearing away the dishes.

Luo Zhuang thought to himself that running a guesthouse was quite easy; meals were provided and dishes were cleaned up, which was great.

He was happy to have some free time. He left the restaurant, went out into the lobby, put away his parasol, and lay down on a deck chair to cool off.

As darkness fell, the daytime heat dissipated, and stars began to appear in the sky. Lying on the deck chair, watching the starlight and breathing in the fresh air from outside the city, it was wonderful!

He put his hands under his head and looked at the stars for a while. Suddenly he heard footsteps and turned around to see Gan San Niang walking towards him alone.

"Where's the pretty girl?"

Luo Zhuang asked a question.

"She ate too much and felt embarrassed, so she ran back inside."

Gan San Niang couldn't help but laugh as she answered, never expecting that Heng Yue had this side to her.

Luo Zhuang couldn't help but laugh, pointing to another recliner next to him, and said, "Want to lie down for a while?"

Gan San Niang said, "Thank you very much, Immortal Master. Then I will respectfully accept your offer."

She lay down on another recliner, mimicking Luo Zhuang, and looked up at the night sky, but she was somewhat absent-minded.

After a long pause, she finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Immortal Master, is the Dugu Nine Swords really fake?"

Luo Zhuang said, "Yes, what else?"

"..."

Gan San Niang remained silent for a long time before sighing, "What a pity... If only it were true. If I could master such a miraculous sword technique, I could easily go back and seek revenge on Songgou Mountain all by myself."