Unlimited estates for rural beauty-Chapter 131: Interrogating the Hot Pot (7)

"Hmm, that’s an easy matter. Just pick a day to reopen the inn."

"Rest assured, I’ll be off now. Uncle Ma, you must recover well and abstain from drinking." Standing up, she reiterated firmly before leaving the room.

Upon returning to her own room, she pondered incessantly about the inn. Whether to continue with reforms was a tough decision. Given the current business situation, maintaining the status quo seemed best. However, as a high-level manager of a large hotel, she leaned towards reform. Truly a quandary as her heart weighed both sides.

After a moment of deep thought, she quickly sketched a drawing on the blueprint and called for Du Juan, "Go fetch Jueqing for me."

"Yes, Miss." Du Juan quickly went to deliver the message. In no time, Jueqing appeared before Feng Xuxu, "Xuxu, did you need me for something?"

"Yes, take this blueprint and find the best craftsman in town to make it. The faster the better, I am in urgent need." Handing over the blueprint to Jueqing, she watched him turn to leave before she started writing a list.

After a day’s work tidying up the reopening tasks for the inn, she stretched lazily and paced back and forth on the floor.

"Miss, Jueqing has returned." Du Juan reported while carrying a pot of tea, informing her that Jueqing was waiting outside the door.

"Let him in quickly." Hearing of Jueqing’s return, Feng Xuxu’s eyes sparkled with countless gleams.

"Xuxu, is this the pot you were talking about?" Jueqing held the oddly shaped pot, puzzled over how it was to be used.

"Yes, let me have a look," she said, taking the pot from Jueqing’s hands—her fondness for it growing by the moment. "Jueqing, follow the list on my table and go make charcoal."

"Charcoal? What’s that?" He then picked up the list from the table and, after reading it, frowned, wondering if charcoal was not just partially burnt wood.

"Do not underestimate it. When you’ve burned it to about seventy percent completion, you must isolate it completely. That means covering it well, not allowing any air to escape. Then wait for the wood to slowly extinguish."

"Alright, I’ll go try it now."

"It’s not about trying; you must succeed."

"...Fine, I’ll go right now."

Feng Xuxu was intent on having hot pot for dinner, wondering if the charcoal could be made successfully. She decided to prepare vegetables and meat just in case.

"Du Juan, call Moli and Shaoyao over."

"Yes, Miss."

As Moli and Shaoyao arrived, she gestured to them, and they both stepped forward.

"These are the seasonings on the list; both of you, go try them now, then bring them to me for a taste." These two were most keen on culinary pursuits, and honing their skills to become top-notch chefs seemed increasingly plausible.

Jueqing ascended to the mountaintop and blew a whistle. Following a gust of wind, a person appeared on the ground.

"Master, I’ve found out. It was Prince Dugu Mo who sent someone to assassinate you."

"Prince Dugu Mo, hmph, a nobody. Issue the bronze medallion command; the target is Dugu Mo. I don’t want him dead, just injured. Continue after he recovers. Aren’t we idle with nothing better to do?" She smirked coldly, gazing northward towards the mountains.

"As you command, Master." With a light breeze, the person vanished.

Jueqing, holding the list, twitched his mouth with disbelief. Normally, it was he giving orders to others, yet now he was the one being commanded and oddly pleased about it. Despite his thoughts, he didn’t slow his pace for a minute.

"Miss, the small kitchen is all ready," Du Juan announced as she entered the room and saw the miss leaning by the window. She approached and draped a cloak over her.

"Hmm, has Jueqing returned?" She put down the book, stretched her neck, and glanced at the sky—it was getting late, and he was likely due back soon.