Turning this way and that, after many twists and turns, everyone finally arrived outside an inn.

The inn was called "Yuechen," and a flag hung on the column next to the signboard, resembling those frequently seen in TV dramas.

"Grandpa, Xiao Hu and I have brought the guests." The little girl hopped and skipped into the inn first.

"Is your name Xiao Hu?" Lin Zhiyan, who had been mostly silent during the journey, spoke up for once.

"My name is Miao Huchen, Xiao Hu is my nickname. My sister and I are fraternal twins." As he spoke, Xiao Hu pointed to the signboard hanging above: "The name of the inn is based on my sister's name and mine. My sister's name is Miao Xinyue, and she's top of her grade every year."

It was clear that Xiao Hu seemed to really admire his sister; the pride was undeniable.

"Sis, when I was little, I admired you quite a lot too, just like how Xiao Hu admires his sister." Lin Jiaxuan looked up and said.

Lin Zhiyan affectionately ruffled her head, her eyes full of delight. Apparently, she had spoken up just now because she saw a reflection of her younger sister in Xiao Hu.

Xiao Feng led everyone inside, where an elderly man dressed like a shop assistant warmly greeted them, "You've all come from afar, sorry for not welcoming you sooner. There's a private room upstairs, but if you prefer a quiet spot, you can dine on the second floor.

Of course, given that it's off-season for tourists, it won't be too noisy downstairs either."

"Let's just stay downstairs." Xiao Feng replied with a smile. The old man's honesty left a good impression.

After the elderly man seated everyone, he pointed to the nearby wall and said, "Take a look and see what you'd like to eat. The price in taels below the dish name corresponds to the amount in bucks, like this shredded pork with green pepper—thirty taels is thirty bucks."

Xiao Feng glanced at the wall, which was covered with wooden plaques, each with red tassels hanging below, recreating the ancient inn menu selection scene quite faithfully.

Of course, no one really knows how people in ancient times chose dishes, but at least it was depicted that way in TV dramas.

"You choose." Unskilled in menu selection, Xiao Feng delegated this daunting task to the little girl.

"Alright, alright, I'm great at ordering food. Let's see... nobody has any dietary restrictions, right?" the little girl inquired.

The old man wasn't in a rush either; they were the only table downstairs, no need to hurry.

Everyone shook their heads indicating they had no restrictions, so the little girl began to order: "Vinegar shredded potatoes, green pepper egg pancakes, iron pot stewed ribs, spicy fish, fried eggplant, beggar's chicken, couple's sliced beef and ox tongue, and a seaweed egg drop soup."

"Alright, please hold on!" the old man noted the dishes and then said, "If you need wine or beverages, you can grab them directly from the counter."

What followed was a long wait. Lu Yao glanced at the navigation and said: "Huangshu Village is about a dozen miles from our current location, but I wonder if it's easy to find the descendant of that legendary doctor."

"If they have a name, they should be easy to find." Xiao Feng casually replied, but just then, he noticed the little girl sitting opposite him staring straight at something behind him.

Xiao Feng furrowed his brows and turned to see some photos on the wall, most of which were group shots of people at the inn, both men and women, some even dressed in ancient clothing.

A few years ago, Xiao Feng learned that some chain restaurants had such activities, with a wall dedicated to hanging photos. Restaurants would take free photos of guests and display them with permission.

This became a trendy gimmick, quickly popularized and imitated in the industry, evolving into a scenario where photos were no longer free, and customers had to pay to hang them monthly.

As expected, it soon became obsolete with no one willing to pay this "dummy tax," yet now here it is in this retro event.

"Hey?" Su Yuzhuo suddenly noticed, "The picture on your phone's wallpaper looks a lot like the person in the photo at the center."

Only then did Xiao Feng notice, the central photo featured a woman in ancient attire holding flowers, the same pop star Chai Yanna that the little girl admired.

But it wasn't surprising; cross-industry work is particularly popular nowadays. Film and TV actors release albums and singers act in movies with mostly positive feedbacks.

"Xiao Hu, Xiao Hu." The little girl called over Xiao Hu, who was about to head upstairs.

"What's up?" Xiao Hu asked.

"Did the sister in the photo take pictures here?" The little girl pointed to the photo in the center.

Xiao Hu frowned and said, "She stayed here for a few days before, with a lot of people filming her with cameras. My dad said they were shooting a TV drama."

"Are there any other photos or videos?" The little girl became excited, as her idol was going to be in a TV drama; how could she not be thrilled?

"No, I don't quite like that sister." Xiao Hu honestly replied.

The little girl was curious, "Why not?"

"That sister often made a mess of our place and had a bad temper. My sister was even brought to tears by her once." Xiao Hu said truthfully.

Xiao Feng glanced at Zhao Guo'an, who had previously mentioned such rumors, and it seemed there was a high chance he wasn't wrong. Despite her glamorous appearance and good reputation, the pop star was less than impressive in private.

Just as the little girl was about to ask more, the elder came over with a particularly large tray, carrying eight dishes and one soup, all presented quite nicely.

"Xiao Hu, go upstairs and do your homework, don't disturb the guests' meal." The elderly man said.

Xiao Hu nodded obediently and headed upstairs.

"Please excuse the child's mischief." As the elder said this, he laid the dishes on the table, and both the little girl and Lu Yao helped serve the dishes.

"We ordered seven dishes and a soup, but why is there an extra dish?" Zhao Guo'an suddenly asked.

The old man replied with a sincere smile, "Though you young folks might not care, seven dishes and a soup is considered inauspicious here, so we give you an extra cold dish to make it eight dishes and a soup."

"Oh, so that's why, thank you then." Zhao Guo'an said sheepishly, seemingly embarrassed for misunderstanding.

Everyone soon began to dig in. Instant noodles are fine occasionally, but having them every meal isn't ideal. Besides, the food was indeed delicious; the little girl named Miao Xinyue wasn't exaggerating.

However, the little girl found the food tasteless, still trying to understand why her idol would throw tantrums.

If an adult had said this, one might assume they were intentionally defaming her, but what good would telling such lies do for a child like Xiao Hu?

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