Nearly in the evening, a group of four people, guided by the starry sky, visited the seemingly inconspicuous inn that opened next to a small road. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The inn is a small two-storey building that is not too large, and is made of cypress wood, which is common on the continent. The surface of the wall panels is coated with antiseptic and moth-eaten lacquer, giving it a glossy light brown color, which is gilded by the setting sun. Above the gate hangs a wooden plaque that is some years old, with the name of the inn written: The Destination of the Heart.

Mantianxing was the first to open the door and walked into the hotel with the crisp sound of wind chimes when the door opened. Yuffie then stepped inside, looking around the house with a search.

The air was filled with the scent of wood, and a peculiar sweetness - not medicine or magic material, but more like freshly baked food. The interior of the store is fairly quiet, except for one customer sitting in the corner, constantly jotting down something in a thick notebook, occasionally picking up a cup that has been set aside and taking a sip of the crystal clear liquid within.

"Welcome." As if hearing a voice, the owner walked out of the kitchen on the side and stood behind the bar with a warm smile, "It's been a long time, starry, did you bring new friends this time?" ”

It was a middle-aged man, with a yellowish complexion and a fairly attractive complexion, but his facial features were somewhat different from those of the other Inils she had seen. Dressed in a cleanly washed apron and neatly groomed dark brown hair, he looked more like a chef in the service of the aristocracy than the owner of such a roadside inn. However, considering the situation of the "Ahsan" and the fact that he knew the stars, what he saw seemed to be taken for granted.

Perhaps for some reason, there are many people who choose to live in seclusion on this continent. Yuffie took note of this speculation, intending to find the reason at a more opportune time.

"You can think so, Elon Musk." The doll girl saluted lightly to the shopkeeper, "They are the guests that my mother wants to invite, and of course, my friends. ”

"Ms. Luo Zhen's guest...... It's really unusual. The innkeeper sighed as he touched his chin, then walked out of the bar, handed the water and the written menu to several people, and smiled confidently, "Please take a seat." Whether it's food, drink, or accommodation, we're sure to satisfy you. ”

Yuffie thanked the other and sat down at a round table near the center. Lin and Anya leaned over to her side, flipping through the menu on the table together. In the meantime, Starry Sky walks to the bar and seems to whisper a few words to the boss, but Yuffie doesn't care.

She believed that the stars would not be against them, and the innkeeper was also a trustworthy person.

The group quickly decided on their own dinner. Yuffie chose a food called "fried rice", which, judging by the materials and description, seems to be somewhat similar to the risotto in the El Continent; Lynn fell in love with porridge made of a variety of cereals and some kind of rice pastry—mostly because it was sweet; As for Anya, she carefully looked at the menu and chose a dish that looked warm.

This situation is a little nostalgic for Yufe. The way the youkai handle their food is modest, and she and Rin have long been accustomed to cooking their own food on the go. Sitting quietly in a hotel like this, waiting for a ready-made warm meal, I haven't experienced it for a while.

"When we get back to the academy when we have time, let's go see the owner of that tavern, right?" Lynn whispered to her, "I hope he's still there." ”

"Aaron's mentor wrote that not only was he still there, but that he had a good lover." Yuffie pursed the corners of her mouth, "By the time we go back, maybe they'll be married." ”

As far as the results are concerned, the dinner at the inn did not disappoint them. The fried rice wasn't as moist as the risotto she had eaten, but it didn't look too dry either. The rice, which is the main ingredient, has a slight elasticity and blends with the rest of the vegetables, meats, and sauces to create a wonderful flavor. Beside her, Lynn and Anya tasted the food, looking equally satisfied.

Of course, the food, and even the accommodation, was only part of the reason for her interest in the place. The other part is the shopkeeper who can be called an 'old friend' by a puppet girl.

She put down her spoon, stood up, walked to the front of the bar, and responded to the middle-aged man's gaze with a smile, "Can I ask you a few questions, Musk?" ”

"Willing to help." The store manager bowed slightly and gave her a Kamal courtesy, "If I can answer, I must know everything." ”

If the other person uses the words "can answer" rather than "know", if this is not a slip of the tongue, it may mean that the other person has an "unanswerable" question. Yuffie secretly judged, intending to start with a simple question, "Musk, how long have you known Mantianxing?" ”

"It's been about sixty years." A flash of nostalgia flashed on the middle-aged man's face, "At that time, I was still a child, and once I ran outside to play, accidentally got lost, and by mistake, I walked into Ms. Luo Zhen's workshop. There, the first person who received me was a starry sky...... She was exactly the same as she is now. ”

"Since then, I have visited Ms. Rogen whenever I have time, and I have learned all kinds of interesting things from her." The boss smiled contentedly, "Later, I wanted to open my own store, and I got a lot of help from them - both the inn itself and the food you ate today. ”

The shopkeeper's answer proved that Man Tianxing's age was not less than sixty years old, which was of course not surprising. Yuffie nodded in understanding and continued to ask, "So, why did you have a storefront here?" With the quality of your food, if it was Sin'an City, or some other more prosperous place, business should be better, right? ”

"It's my choice." The innkeeper smiled, "I prefer a quiet environment where guests can enjoy their food in peace rather than a noisy tavern." And, thanks to those repeat customers and their help in publicizing it, there are quite a few customers here, at least enough to maintain the storefront. ”

While the two were chatting, two more teams of seven people walked into the store, greeted Musk familiarly, and chose their favorite food. The middle-aged man smiled and complied with their request, then walked into the kitchen and beckoned to Yuffie, "Come here, if you still have questions." ”

She followed in a good way, watching as the shopkeeper expertly chopped up the ingredients, stir-fried or stewed them in a pot, and seasoned them with various spices. After a few moments, she asked softly, "Musk, the etiquette you used when I asked you earlier—" She imitated a Kamal bow.

"Oh, that's it." The man shrugged his shoulders as if he had anticipated, "It was also taught to me by Mantianxing, saying that it was something that was 'lost' in our family." I thought it looked like something and used it to greet guests. He smiled, "There aren't many people here who care about this, but you're not the only one asking me this question." ”