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.

staff member soon arrived

Mrs. Cylon grabbed Mrs. Brown's arm, saying, "Vanessa, my luggage is still in the car. I didn't bring

to have it brought over while we were

brought several jars

upon hearing this. "Pickles? Are you serious? Did you bring pickles to the city? That's hilarious! Did you all hear that? She

at how much of a country bumpkin you are. What isn't available in

"Not just pickles, but also homemade olive oil? Wow, I don't even know what to say. People like this stay uncultured no

pickles, but her future son-in-law clearly does! Look at how poor he looks. He probably survives on pickled vegetables

me who I was, as her eyes widened in shock when she looked at me after hearing what

she hadn't expected someone the manager was so respectful toward to

back anymore, chiding, "Could you stop looking down

are for me to eat, and the olive oil is for me to give to my

"Felicia."

signaling her to calm down, then turned and smiled obsequiously at Mrs. Brown. "I'm

woman from the countrysidel.ne