I'm a Druid at a farmhouse.

Chapter 86 Pre-order Scented Sachets

Chapter 86 Pre-order Scented Sachets

After hearing Song You's words, Wen Qingyan continued picking up food with her chopsticks, but only glanced at him.

"If you want a pet to guard your home, a Golden Retriever or Labrador is the most suitable. They are gentle, friendly, intelligent, and easy to train." She spoke slowly and clearly. "If you want something more intimidating, you can consider a German Shepherd, but they need more exercise and are more alert, requiring professional training."

"Where's the cat?" Song You asked, following her lead.

"Cats are territorial, but they're basically useless at guarding the house." Wen Qingyan put down her chopsticks, picked up a tissue to wipe her mouth, and said, "They're better suited for companionship."

Song You nodded, indicating that he understood.

He then pointed to Wen Yaya, who was rubbing her head against his trouser leg at his feet.

"Is this kind common?"

"Call ducks?" Wen Qingyan glanced down at her pet. "They're quite common, since they're bred as pet ducks. They're small and their calls are quiet. More and more people are keeping exotic pets these days—chinchillas, sugar gliders, even lizards and snakes. As long as the paperwork is done properly, you can keep them."

Song You had a plan in mind. What he needed was a species that could integrate into ordinary life and also had some potential.

Are there any good pet stores in the city? Those with a wide variety of pets.

Wen Qingyan seemed to have anticipated his question, and took out a business card from her bag and handed it to him: "This is where I get Wen Yaya's check-up and grooming. The owner is a veterinarian, very professional, and the animals in the shop are all from legitimate sources."

Song You took the business card, which read "Cherish Home" and included the address and phone number below.

"Thanks." He put the business card away.

A simple breakfast was quickly finished.

Wen Qingyan checked the time; she had to rush back to the city at noon for a pre-trial conference in the afternoon.

"I'll take you to the village entrance to catch a bus," Song You offered.

Upon hearing this, Su Yunxi immediately stood up: "Senior, I'll go get the car."

"No need, I'll take her in my tricycle." Song You interrupted her, picked up his car keys, and didn't want to be a last-minute hero again.

In the back of the electric tricycle, Wen Qingyan held Wen Yaya in her arms, her posture still upright, but her body was no longer as tense as when she arrived.

Song You skillfully started the vehicle, and the tricycle smoothly drove out of the yard and onto the country road.

"What did you do last night?" Wen Qingyan's voice came from behind, slightly scattered by the wind.

Song You tightened his grip on the handlebars.

Did she notice?

Several thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, but he ultimately chose the safest answer: "I was dealing with some personal matters."

"Really?" Wen Qingyan's voice was devoid of emotion. "I just feel that you look a little different today than yesterday."

Song You's heart skipped a beat.

His change in demeanor was so subtle that even Su Yunxi only felt a sense of oppression, yet Wen Qingyan was able to point it out directly. This woman's observational skills were frighteningly sharp.

"Maybe your mood has changed." Song You's voice carried on the wind. "After spending a day here, you've relaxed, and naturally, your perspective on things is different."

There was silence behind me for a few seconds.

Immediately, a burst of suppressed, clear laughter rang out.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Song You saw Wen Qingyan covering her mouth with her hand, her shoulders trembling slightly, and her eyes, which always carried a sense of scrutiny and weariness, now curved into beautiful crescents.

She actually laughed.

Song You also felt somewhat surprised.

"You're right." Wen Qingyan quickly suppressed her laughter, but her voice was full of relaxation. "I guess I really am relaxed."

The tricycle continued forward, and a subtle silence hung between the two men.

As they approached the village entrance, Wen Qingyan suddenly spoke again.

"Can you make sachets here?"

"A sachet?" Song You asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Hmm." Wen Qingyan looked at the unfamiliar herbs in the fields by the roadside and said softly, "The smell in your yard is very nice and comforting. I'd like to take some back with me."

Song You's heart skipped a beat.

That's a good idea.

The plants in the farmhouse have all been nourished by the power of nature, and they themselves have a calming and soothing quality.

Making them into sachets not only creates unique souvenirs but also generates additional income.

"I can do it," Song You agreed. "But it will take some time. I'll bring it to you when I go to the city in a couple of days."

"Okay." Wen Qingyan's answer was simple and straightforward.

The tricycle came to a stop at the bus stop at the village entrance.

Wen Qingyan carried Wen Yaya out of the car and thanked Song You.

"Be careful on the road," Song You said, looking at her.

"Um."

Wen Qingyan, holding the duck, turned and walked towards the platform, never looking back.

Song You turned the car around and drove towards the farmhouse.

Back in the courtyard, Deng Shen was still fast asleep on the bamboo recliner, occasionally making muffled noises in his sleep, it was impossible to tell whether he was cursing the fish or talking about the boss.

Su Yunxi was wiping the table in the yard, her movements very serious.

Song You parked the car and walked over to her.

"You'll be working with me this afternoon."

"Okay." Su Yunxi straightened up, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and answered crisply.

Song You looked at her, pondering to himself.

Although Su Yunxi cannot be transformed into a dragon servant, I am currently in the body of a Red Dragon Tyrant, and having her by my side for a long time, the dissipated dragon energy will be of some benefit to her.

Having better physical fitness means having more energy to work, which makes perfect sense.

In the afternoon, more and more guests arrived.

Song You was busy in the kitchen, and Su Yunxi was helping out, handing him plates and washing vegetables. Although she was still a bit flustered, she was much more skilled than when she first arrived.

"Boss, your food is so delicious, but there's one thing." A female customer who had just paid the bill looked at Song You with regret on her face, "This is a little unappetizing."

Song You paused in his movements.

Su Yunxi was also stunned and looked at the female customer.

"Boss, you are very handsome." The female customer quickly waved her hand and explained, "It's just that you have such a strong aura. When you stand there, you look like a ferocious beast. We eat our meals with trepidation."

Her companion next to her nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, it feels like the boss might come out of the kitchen with a knife at any moment and ask us if it's good."

Song You: ".

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He realized that his tyrannical red dragon aura was not yet fully contained and was beginning to affect his business.

After seeing off the two outspoken guests, Song You looked at Su Yunxi.

Do you know how to do makeup?

"I know a little." Su Yunxi said, puzzled.

"Come here." Song You moved a stool and sat down under the shade of a tree in the yard. "Do my makeup."

"what?"

"Draw me as ordinary as possible, the less noticeable the better," Song You said succinctly. "Ideally, the kind of person you'd lose in a crowd within three seconds."

Looking at Song You's sharply defined face and those deep, unsettling eyes, Su Yunxi felt that the difficulty of this task was no less than that of having to independently prepare a whole fish feast.

But the boss has spoken, and the employees have no choice but to obey.

She ran back to her room and retrieved her expensive set of cosmetics.

"Senior, close your eyes."

Su Yunxi took a deep breath and began to work.

As she got closer, she smelled that familiar scent on Song You again, a scent that blended the smell of grass and sunshine.

Today, however, there seems to be a subtle, almost imperceptible, burning sensation in this smell that makes one's heart race.

She held the powder puff in her fingertips and gently pressed it onto Song You's face.

The moment she touched it, a faint, tingling sensation, like static electricity, came from her fingertips, making her body tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of heat rose from the point of contact with her skin, making her feel her cheeks burning.

Strange, it's not hot today.

Su Yunxi muttered to herself, but dared not stop what she was doing.

She tried to ignore the strange feeling coming from her body, used concealer to cover Song You's overly sculpted features, used earth-toned eyeshadow to soften the sharpness of his eyes, and even used an eyebrow pencil to deliberately draw two thick eyebrows on him that looked a bit silly.

Throughout the entire process, Su Yunxi felt as if she were working next to a furnace, feeling extremely uncomfortable. It was as if countless tiny ants were crawling under her clothes, making her feel itchy.

"alright."

A dozen minutes later, Su Yunxi put down her makeup brush and let out a long sigh of relief.

Song You opened his eyes, picked up his phone, and turned on the front-facing camera.

The person on the screen still has the same facial features, but the original sharp and aggressive aura has been weakened by about 70-80%.

His eyes were no longer so intimidating, and he looked much more ordinary, even with a youthful charm reminiscent of a friendly older brother next door.

The results were outstanding.

"Your skills are good." Song You was very satisfied. "This will be one of your new jobs from now on."

"Huh?" Su Yunxi felt like she was about to faint.

Do we have to endure this kind of test every day?

Around 4 p.m., a deafening groan came from the recliner in the yard.

Deng Shen has finally woken up.

He supported his aching back as he sat up from the recliner, his eyes still unfocused.

Am I still alive?

"You're doing very well." Song You handed him a glass of warm water.

Deng Shen took the water, gulped it down in one go, and then let out a long sigh of relief, finally regaining some of his vitality.

"Brother Song, I'm never night fishing again." He looked utterly dejected. "It's more tiring than arguing with my wife."

Song You didn't respond to his question, but instead asked, "You're well-informed, has there been any big news lately?"

"Big news?" Deng Shen perked up. He was a walking encyclopedia of the culinary world. "There's so much! The biggest news is that Wang Tong, the grandmaster of Hunan cuisine, is aiming for the title of Master Chef next month!"

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "This is the first master chef in our province in three years to break through to the top-level master chef category! The whole industry is in an uproar! It's said that on that day, not only the province's famous chefs, but even the National Culinary Association will send people to observe!"

"Is that so?" Song You's expression changed slightly. Since so many people had come, this was an opportunity to show off.

"And what's more, I heard a rumor," Deng Shen chimed in. "I heard from Zhao Qian that Old Wang chose a really strange place for this evaluation. It wasn't at his own restaurant, nor at the provincial chefs' association, but at a rural farmhouse restaurant!"

Deng Shen chuckled as he recounted the story: "Isn't it hilarious? I don't know which agritainment business got incredibly lucky to be chosen by Old Wang. Suddenly, they're famous nationwide!"

After he finished expressing his feelings, he realized that Song Youzheng was looking at him with a very calm gaze.

The smile on Deng Shen's face slowly froze.

He pointed at Song You, then at the seemingly ordinary courtyard, his voice trembling.

"No way?"

Song You nodded.

"Holy crap!" Deng Shen jumped up from his chair, circled Song You twice, and looked at him as if he were a monster. "Brother Song, who exactly are you?! No wonder Zhao Qian wouldn't tell me where he was. Turns out he was waiting here to embarrass me."

"Just an ordinary farmhouse inn owner." Song You shrugged, and his makeup made his statement seem particularly convincing.

Deng Shen clearly didn't believe it, but he was more concerned about something else.

"Brother, this is a fantastic opportunity, but also a tremendous challenge!" Deng Shen's expression turned serious. "The people coming will all be top-notch, and they're very discerning. Besides, with so many people around, even if someone tries to cause trouble, something is bound to happen."

He patted Song You on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"You'd better prepare well."