The farmhouse was successfully built, not overly luxurious, but exquisite and cozy.
With this batch of Zhang family members no longer having a role to play, they reluctantly left under Zhang Haike's summons, leaving behind two young Zhangs to help attract customers.
These two young Zhangs were twins with peculiar names: Zhang Yisanwu and Zhang Ersiliu.
It was said their parents had intended to name them by rolling dice, but they had only just finished assigning the dice rolls for one, three, five, and two, four, six before heading out on a mission and dying in the Forbidden Land.
The rough men who came to take over their brothers did not understand the meaning behind the names at first. Although they didn't comprehend it, out of respect, they allowed the two children to inherit the names their parents had chosen for them.
Wu Tianzhen found the story to be a bizarre mix of sadness and dark humor, but he dared not laugh aloud—
These two young Zhangs weren't kept for luck. Wu Pang and his companion had heard the sounds of group brawls among the Zhang family members outside for several consecutive nights.
Zhang Yisanwu and Zhang Ersiliu were the eventual victors. The meaning behind it was too unsettling to ponder, but they certainly didn't win because their names were too long.
With the staff in place, the farmhouse began to flourish.
Fatty unceremoniously occupied the strategic high ground of the kitchen and, with extreme arrogance and a touch of hegemony, listed Stewed Chicken Ass with Cilantro as a bold, signature dish on the menu.
Wu Tianzhen intended to stop Fatty's potentially unwise action, but he was quickly defeated by the threat of a spatula and, with mischief brewing, prepared to recommend the dish to every tourist who came to eat.
Tourists: ???
Zhang Yisanwu and Zhang Ersiliu were easily assigned their duties. They already had their own time schedules, working like ghosts, slipping in and out. The farmhouse had been open for a month, yet no tourist had realized there were actually two young Zhangs working there.
Initially, Wu Tianzhen had curiously asked them about their Sunday arrangements. In response, the two pulled up their collars, revealing their calm and elegant tattoos—
One read "No work on Sundays";
The other read "Anyone who works is a dog."
Wu Tianzhen: ...Very good, very powerful.
However, these two brothers worked with incredible efficiency, one man capable of doing the work of ten, moving wherever needed. Even Fatty, with his most capitalistic and oppressive mindset, couldn't refuse them a day off each week.
So, in their free time, the brothers would sneakily squat to the side, taking out small notebooks and sketching behind the counter at the dazed Xiao Zhang.
Wu Tianzhen, with his cat-like curiosity scratching at his belly, stepped forward to peek. It was a "Patriarch Observation Log."
Illustrated and elegantly written, it was a leading masterpiece in Zhang Qiling research.
Wu Tianzhen: ...Very good, this is very Zhang family.
Zhang Qiling had noticed the peculiar actions of the two, but he didn't possess such fervent curiosity. Seeing that Wu Tianzhen and Fatty said nothing, he paid them no further mind.
Xiao Zhang was now in charge of counter payments, the first visual impact for anyone entering, and the ultimate barrier for those trying to skip out on their bills.
But in reality, he mostly just zoned out or slept.
The reason—
The Blue Rabbit, having finally relinquished its position as zoo director after the arrival of the big goose, now stood on the counter, adorned with a large bow, performing the skill of rapid bill calculation for tourists with a soulless demeanor.
Then, with a flick of its paw towards the payment QR code, everything fell into place, rendering Xiao Zhang completely redundant.
When Wu Tianzhen returned with supplies, he habitually glanced at the counter, not seeing anyone for a moment.
When he jolted with alertness and rushed over, he discovered that the small space behind the counter was now occupied by a lounge chair, where Zhang Qiling was sleeping on the company's dime.
There was no question about who provided the lounge chair; Zhang Yisanwu was audaciously attempting to add a snack table and potted plants next to it.
Relieved, Wu Tianzhen hummed a tune and went to help Fatty in the kitchen.
The Blue Rabbit, awaiting rescue: ...Wait, don't you think you've forgotten something?
...Hey!!! What's going on? There's an employee openly slacking off here!
The Blue Rabbit's sorrow went unnoticed, only eliciting a delighted cheer from a young female tourist who saw its tear-filled eyes due to grief and indignation.
When Wu Tianzhen entered the kitchen, he expected to see a bustling Fatty, sweating profusely. But upon entering, he heard Fatty's lewd laughter.
At this moment, Fatty's optical device was emitting a bright light, standing out through the cooking oil fumes. A large sum of money that had just arrived caught Wu Tianzhen's attention.
Then he noticed that the payer's name was Zhang Haike.
"...What's going on?" Wu Tianzhen asked, confused. He blurted it out, startling the sneaky Fatty.
"Holy crap!!" Fatty was so scared he almost stuffed his head into his shorts. "Tianzhen, how come you walk without making a sound now? You scared this Fatty to death!"
Wu Tianzhen: ...
Wu Tianzhen put on a forced smile. "It's not that I walk without making a sound. With the way you were completely engrossed just now, you probably wouldn't have noticed even if Little Brother had cleaved a stone with his ancient sword right in front of you."
A sizzling sound came from the pot. Fatty hurriedly flipped the almost-burnt chicken, letting its alluring backside emerge from the ginger, garlic, and scallions.
Then he turned back, and the optical device was already in Wu Tianzhen's hand.
Of course, Fatty wasn't actually in love with Zhang Haike (that thought was too horrifying).
After closing the billing page, a screen full of handsome men's photos appeared.
Standing or sitting, awake or asleep, each photo showcased Fatty's superb skills as an international photographer.
Fatty's passion for photography moved Zhang Haike, who, with discerning eyes, discovered this rising artistic star and generously supported him with money!
—Clearly, that wasn't how it happened.
"...No, what's wrong with Zhang Haike?" Wu Tianzhen scrolled down the progress bar, twitching his lips. "Don't the two young Zhangs, Yisanwu and Ersiliu, take notes every day? Why is he buying so many photos at such a high price?!"
...He didn't believe the two young Zhangs hadn't taken photos. Zhang Haike's actions were utterly redundant, like taking off pants to fart.
But at that moment, Fatty's chuckle came—
"That's not the same thing at all~" He winked, gesturing for Wu Tianzhen to look at the young Zhangs outside.
"They don't sell them for any less than this Fatty!"
Wu Tianzhen: ...
Poor Zhang Haike, so poor.
He remained silent for a long time, then spoke—
"...Remember to send me a copy of the photos later."