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 some rural 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? I wouldn't even dare post photos of this place on social media!"
What they said left me speechless. What ordinary village could possibly look this beautiful?
At a glance, I 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 colorful 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. I didn't bring it with me."
"What's the rush? I already called to have it brought over while we were on the way here."
"Oh, okay. Just tell them to be careful. I brought several jars of pickles and some homemade 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!
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