PopularNovelChapter 173
The manager, sensing my displeasure, quickly left with his staff.
Right then, Mrs. Brown stepped forward, frowning as she surveyed the surroundings with an expression of
apparent dissatisfaction.
"What kind of shabby place is this? This looks just like an average village! Did you book us a stay at srural
homestay?"
"Yeah! Look over there. There are ducks in the river! What proper hotel raises poultry? This is obviously some
village-turned-guesthouse!"
"Not just that, look at those wooden houses. They're no taller than two floors. What is this place supposed to be?
| wouldn't even dare post photos of this place on social media!"
What they said leftspeechless. What ordinary village could possibly look this beautiful?
At a glance, | could already identify over a dozen types of rare flowers and plants. And that wasn't even a river-it
was a man-made canal with ponds. The birds swimming on it weren't ordinary ducks but a hybrid breed of
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcolorful ducks boasting vibrant and varied colors that were truly stunning.
Even my mom, who had stayed here before, was thoroughly impressed by the place. Yet, these people looked
down on it.
Fortunately, a staff member soon arrived and led us into the courtyard.
Just then, Mrs. Cylon grabbed Mrs. Brown's arm, saying, "Vanessa, my luggage is still in the car. | didn't bring it
with me."
"What's the rush? | already called to have it brought over while we were on the way here."
"Oh, okay. Just tell them to be careful. | brought several jars of pickles and shomemade olive oil. Make sure
nothing spills."
Mrs. Brown burst out laughing upon hearing this. "Pickles? Are you serious? Did you bring pickles to the city?
That's hilarious! Did you all hear that? She brought pickles!
"If the staff here hears this, they'll die laughing at how much of a country bumpkin you are. What isn't available
in the city? Who would want your pickles?"
Mrs. Brown's cousins chimed in with equally disdainful expressions, "Not just pickles, but also homemade olive
oil? Wow, | don't even know what to say. People like this stay uncultured no matter how long they've been in the
city."
"Hey, don't be so harsh. We don't care for pickles, but her future son-in-law clearly does! Look at how poor he
looks. He probably survives on pickled vegetables every meal."
The manager likely told the staff member standing next towho | was, as her eyes widened in shock when
she looked atafter hearing what they said.
Clearly, she hadn't expected someone the manager was so respectful toward to be ridiculed like this.
Felicia's face turned bright red, and tears welled up in her eyes. She finally couldn't hold back anymore, chiding,
"Could you stop looking down on people? Our family matters have nothing to do with him!
"My mom brought the pickles and olive oil for me. The pickles are forto eat, and the olive oil is forto give
to my counselor. What does that have to do with any of you?"
"Felicia."
Mrs. Cylon shook Felicia's arm, signaling her to calm down, then turned and smiled obsequiously at Mrs. Brown.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'm just a simple
woman from the countrysidel.ne
So it's
only natural that | do suncultured things."
Mrs. Brown snorted, shooting Felicia a glare again.
"Whatever. They can wait for their pickles. We should head to our rooms to rest
first."
| gave the staff member a look before saying, "Take them to their rooms first. I'll
stay here with them to wait for their luggage."
"Yes, Mr-I mean, sir."
Once they left, | led Felicia and Mrs. Cylon to a bench by the canal.
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