Riches in Disguise

Chapter 173

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.

arrived and led us into

luggage is still

to have it brought over while we

several jars of pickles and some homemade

burst out laughing upon hearing this. "Pickles? Are you serious? Did you bring pickles to the city?

they'll die laughing at how much of a country bumpkin you are. What isn't available in the city?

Wow, I don't even know what to say. People like this stay uncultured no matter how long they've been in

care for pickles, but her future son-in-law clearly does!

staff member standing next to me who I was, as her eyes widened in shock

was

tears welled up in her eyes. She finally couldn't hold back anymore, chiding, "Could you stop looking down on people? Our family matters

pickles and olive oil for me. The pickles are for me to eat, and the olive oil is for

"Felicia."

arm, signaling her to calm down, then turned and smiled obsequiously at Mrs. Brown.

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