Chapter 76: Coming To Demand Justice
Xuan Xia walked forward with her hands behind her back, then began scolding the employee: “Daoist Master Qin, if you do this, it will make my future work very difficult to carry out.”
“After all, I’m the person in charge, right? If others don’t listen to me, that’s one thing, but you’re the only employee on the payroll, and even you don’t listen. Then in the future, if there are other employees in the temple, and they all follow your attitude, how can I issue any orders?”
After observing the flow of tourists, Xuan Xia had already determined that the temple definitely needed to continue recruiting people.
The temple relied on Daoist Master Qin and Uncle Zhong working non-stop all year round, which wasn’t realistic.
Even machines need maintenance and restarts, so how can people go a day without rest?
So at this moment, Xuan Xia said this not only because she was dissatisfied with his regular work attendance, and to assert her authority as the person in charge, but also to re-express to him the intention to recruit people.
The Daoist Master smiled and explained good-naturedly: “Many believers come here specially just to get their fortunes interpreted. Why make them leave empty-handed?”
“Moreover, a hundred lots won’t take too much time. I’m almost done with my work here right now. Once I’m done, I’ll go rest and won’t challenge your authority as the person in charge.”
The last sentence seemed to carry a hint of teasing.
Since he had said that, Xuan Xia didn’t know what else to say.
Her eyes swept around, and not seeing Li Xinze’s figure, she asked: “Where’s Brother Li? Did you send him to Miaoxiang?”
Daoist Master Qin said: “No. I just had him go out to handle something.”
He asked again: “Do you need him for something?”
Xuan Xia said it was nothing, she just hadn’t seen him, so she asked out of curiosity.
Then she said: “Then you continue accumulating merit. I won’t disturb you.”
After saying that, she left Daoist Master Qin’s work area and continued strolling inside the temple to familiarize herself with the situation at Changsheng Temple.
Perhaps because of her attention to him, after Daoist Master Qin finished his daily limited fortune-telling duties, he didn’t stay in the front and returned to the backyard to rest.
During the afternoon at Changsheng Temple, Uncle Zhong and Lu Changfeng took care of things.
The other bodyguard named Li Fu, like Li Xinze, was nowhere to be seen.
Xuan Xia boldly guessed that since Daoist Master Qin said he hadn’t sent Li Xinze to Miaoxiang, he had probably sent Li Fu instead.
When evening came, Xuan Xia indeed saw Li Xinze, but still didn’t see the other bodyguard.
It seemed her bold guess was likely correct.
The evening meal was quite sumptuous. Although Uncle Zhong said he understood that female artists need to maintain their weight, he didn’t hold back at all when cooking.
Xuan Xia looked at the table of dishes comparable to a Manchu-Han banquet and felt extremely troubled.
The culprit, Uncle Zhong, said with a cheerful smile: “This is the welcome feast. How can it count if there’s less?”
Daoist Master Qin also stood on Uncle Zhong’s side: “It’s all Uncle Zhong’s intention. You should at least try a bite.”
Xuan Xia said: “I know. I’m just worried that one bite won’t be enough.”
Uncle Zhong, upon hearing this, smiled even more broadly. Wasn’t this just affirmation of his culinary skills?
Since it was a welcome feast, the table wasn’t formal, and Uncle Zhong asked quite a bit about her filming programs, seeming genuinely interested.
Xuan Xia shared everything she could say with him.
Uncle Zhong was extremely supportive, always showing the appropriate expression at the right times.
Later in the conversation, Uncle Zhong asked her: “So Miss Xuan has nothing going on recently? Why not stay a few more days? I’ll show off my cooking skills properly, and Miss Xuan can taste them and see if my culinary skills have declined.”
“If your current level is considered a decline, then I really can’t imagine how delicious your cooking was before,” Xuan Xia said. “Otherwise, why not ask Daoist Master Qin?”
Uncle Zhong had been smiling deeply, but upon hearing to let Daoist Master Qin evaluate, he immediately waved his hand: “He won’t do.”
Xuan Xia curiously looked at Daoist Master Qin: “Why?”
Daoist Master Qin smiled without saying anything.
Uncle Zhong said, not without grievance: “He’s very picky about food. My cooking was often criticized by him in the past.”
Why only say in the past? Because later when he came to Changsheng Temple, he no longer had any demands regarding food.
Mountain delicacies and seafood were fine, pickled vegetables and radishes were also fine. What more could be said?
Xuan Xia looked back at Daoist Master Qin in surprise. Could Qu Xingxuan have been telling the truth?
After thinking for a second, Xuan Xia shifted her gaze from Daoist Master Qin’s face and said to Uncle Zhong: “Then I’ll trouble Uncle Zhong for a few days.”
“Good, good, good.” Uncle Zhong swept away his grievance and became happy again.
“But Uncle Zhong, you really can’t make so many dishes anymore next time,” Xuan Xia emphasized.
Uncle Zhong: “Good, good, good.”
She hoped he could manage it. Xuan Xia thought.
***
Not long after the meal, everyone returned to their own rooms.
Last night everyone had different troubles, so tonight Xuan Xia didn’t go disturb Daoist Master Qin.
Besides, Xuan Xia was busy too.
She hadn’t gone to Yanjing to personally inspect her little house, but she had entrusted this task to Yang Wanxiu.
In the afternoon, Yang Wanxiu had inspected the house for her, not only taking a bunch of photos but also recording a video for Xuan Xia.
Xuan Xia was watching the video now, imagining how to redecorate it.
Other artists might just see the dormitory as a simple place to sleep, but it held different meaning for Xuan Xia, so she naturally paid extra attention.
Additionally, to Xuan Xia’s surprise, the message she sent to Qu Xingxuan at noon still hadn’t received a reply by now.
If she couldn’t exchange messages with Yang Wanxiu, she would have suspected the internet was bad.
However, compared to her little house, Qu Xingxuan was less important, so she was just puzzled for a moment, sent another inquiring message to Qu Xingxuan, and then dove back into the major task of renovating the little house.
Once immersed in renovation, it was simply full of fun.
Xuan Xia was immersed in it, enjoying herself immensely, until a verification notification popped up on her mobile phone screen. Only then did she temporarily shift her gaze from the renovation plans to see what exactly needed verification.
It turned out someone was applying to add her as a friend.
But this person was named Zhou Shiqing.
Seeing the three words “Zhou Shiqing” in the application note, Xuan Xia’s first reaction was that he had woken up.
Immediately after, she was surprised that he would apply to add her as a friend.
She had thought they wouldn’t add each other as friends until the program ended.
Although she thought that, she had already approved his friend request.
After adding him, Xuan Xia took the initiative to send a greeting first.
Xuan Xia: “Teacher Zhou, are you okay now?”
After sending it, she saw “typing” displayed at the top of the chat box. She thought to wait and see what Zhou Shiqing would say, but she waited left and right, and it was always “typing.”
Xuan Xia: ?
Was he typing a paper?
Xuan Xia was about to stop waiting and let him continue typing slowly when Zhou Shiqing’s message came back.
『Zhou Shiqing: I’m fine.』
Xuan Xia: ……
Typing for so long, just these two words?
Xuan Xia: “Glad you’re fine.”
The next second.
『Zhou Shiqing: Fine about what? Among all of us, you’re the only one who’s fine, and you just left like that?』
Xuan Xia: ???
What did that mean?
He added her as a friend to come and hold her accountable?
