Zach suddenly felt that Sher had been right. It seemed that he had really left all the work to Louise, and he felt at ease with it. Zach awkwardly picked up the report on tomorrow's funeral arrangements that had been pushed aside before, opened it, and prepared to read it carefully.
But Louise put the report aside casually, "It wasn't written on it, I was lazy. Let's talk about Alice first."
"Okay." Zach blinked, confused, "What's wrong with Alice?"
"Alice is lovelorn." Louise said in a light tone.
Zach raised his eyebrows and asked, "Aili, are you here?" He asked a strange question.
"No." Louise's hand brushed Zach's ear, "Listen."
Zach tilted his head slightly, his ear facing the master bedroom on the second floor. The room where the TV was located would be demolished soon.
Zach listened for a while, and he confirmed that he heard Cook's voice, introducing the processing methods of ingredients as warmly as every day. Not only that, Zach also heard a strange female voice, softly asking Cook if this was the right thing to do...
"Do you hear that?" Louise continued to rub Zach's shoulders, "'Cook's Kitchen' has become 'Cook and Lily's Kitchen'."
Sister Grande, every day's date was ruined by 'Lily'.
Zach opened his mouth, not knowing what comment to make.
First, the broadcast time was adjusted, and now a new host has been added. Things seem to be developing into a situation that is increasingly worrying for die-hard viewers like Alice...
Zach was silent for a while and could only say, "If Alice wants to write a letter to the TV station to protest, this time we will sign on."
Louise shrugged, her expression not very positive, it seemed that she had already proposed to Alice. I'm afraid Alice herself is not in the same mood.
Zach shook his head and changed the subject, "What did you say about the funeral?"
"When we introduced the coffin yesterday, didn't we compare it to Schapf..." Louise twitched her lips, "Did Sher say that various things can be added to the coffin in the mezzanine as required? She let us do whatever we wanted."
Zach nodded. According to some customs that have been misinformed, everyone remembers the soul-inducing grass. Xie Er said it casually, so it is natural to add it here in Grande. After all, this is business. It is so simple to have one more charge.
"Before you came back, the soul-inducing herb dealer I ordered suddenly called and said they were out of stock."
"Then don't add it." Zach still remembered Sher's uncomfortable behavior yesterday. I'm afraid this woman won't care whether she adds it or not. Anyway, she has already made arrangements for the second funeral. "But just keep the soul-drawing grass in mind for the expenses."
Louise showed a sincere smile. It seemed that she didn't like what Xieer always said about her man.
But immediately, Louise's face became irritated again, "But this kind of thing is so shameless! I had made the reservation yesterday, and there is still stock! The body was just sorted out today and ready to test the coffin. But he suddenly told I’m out of stock! Where else can I buy those weeds now besides our Grande!”
Forgive Louise's choice of words. The soul attracting grass in the world is indeed a weed. The precious witchcraft material soul attracting grass is useless, and the contract between Jackson and Blake is useless. How can it be used to stuff a coffin? Such a waste.
Zach looked at Louise's anger and it was understandable, "Forget it if you don't have it. In the future, after Grande's decoration is completed. The showroom on the first floor will gather all the things needed for a traditional funeral, and we can prepare the supply ourselves." Zach followed Louise's mood and comforted her, "You don't have to deal with these worthless businessmen."
"Yes! Don't worry about those people anymore." Louise finally relieved some of her anger. This should be the thing that really made Louise feel bad.
Zach smiled and pulled Louise into his arms. Clearly trying to do something. This is not normal. A man who has comforted a woman will always naturally want to ask for something in return. Zach uses four centuries of experience to know that this request must be done quickly and with maximum efficiency. Please learn...
Unexpectedly, Louise was very conscious and went directly into Zach's arms, but the next move made Zach helpless. She pushed away the things on the desk in front of her and took out a note under a pile of documents. Standing in front of Zach's face, "Phone."
Zach blinked, "What phone?"
"The person who stole our soul-inducing grass." Louise rolled her eyes, "Didn't you just say that? Now besides us, who would want those soul-drawing grasses? Don't you think it's strange?" Louise Silk is a smart woman.
"Okay." Zach twitched his lips and took the phone, "It's indeed a bit strange."
Louise stood up again without giving anything. Zach's four centuries of experience were resolved in this way. This woman was too smart, "So I asked those businessmen who robbed us. Here." , this is the person.”
"Does this guy have a name?"
"Poe, Bo..." Louise tried to pronounce a few syllables, but failed. "They said it in Indian, and I don't know it."
Louise, who grew up in a correctional institution, understands the etiquette of the Holy Lord's faith. This is common sense. Likewise, it is common sense that she does not understand the Indian language.
Louise patted Zach on the shoulder and said, "Leave it to you. I'm going to accompany Alice." She turned around and left.
Zach tugged at the corner of his mouth, shook his head helplessly, looked at the phone on the note, and picked up the receiver.
There is a relatively simple speculation that someone has also realized that the only traditional funeral industry in Barton is Grande, so this is just a very normal business behavior, such as becoming Grande's supplier in this way. There's just something unpleasant about the way it happened.
Of course, who would have thought that the Bishop family, which has no Indian ancestry at all, would use soul-inducing grass in their funerals.
So with the intention of possible business cooperation in the future, Zach dialed the number on the note.
The waiting tone in the receiver sounded twice, and then he was picked up. Without any introduction, there was an urging tone, "Who is it?"
Zach curled his lips. This was a matter of upbringing. There was a difference between forced self-introduction and spontaneous self-introduction. Zach said in a calm tone, "This is the Grande Funeral Home..."
"Ah!" The tone changed and became cheerful! But Zach was a little confused, and even more inexplicable was behind him, "Toledo? Is it you? Zach, Zachary Grande?"
Zach listened to the breathing in the receiver and remained calm, "Do we know each other?"
"No, no no no!" The other party's rhythm was a little strange, "But we should have known each other a long time ago! What a pity!"
Zach waited for a while for the other party to introduce himself. If he didn't wait, he would just ask. Zach picked up the wine bottle with his hand and shook it gently, causing the bright red inside to spin. "Yeah, it's not too late. Do you have a name?"
"Boisen." The other party's mood was inexplicably high, "Boisen. Black Gate." (..)