Yang Yun An Man, Nan study.
Jiang Nansun sat below, his hands resting on the table and his chin resting on his palm. He looked serious.
At the front, a woman in a cheongsam was talking about the origin of the tea ceremony and cultural etiquette.
At first, Jiang Nansun was quite interested in it. She had always been interested in things with history and culture.
However, as the topic changed to hand washing, gift appreciation, washing the pot, and brewing, her small face revealed a trace of confusion.
After a while, Jiang Nansun's little head became dizzy.
At this moment, Manager Liu, who was in the hotel lobby, walked in quietly. He came to Jiang Nansun's side and whispered," Mr. Zhou is here. He is waiting for you outside Nan's study."”
"Hmm?"
Jiang Nansun, who was still sleepy, instantly perked up. The corners of his mouth curled up as he replied softly," I know, Sister Liu. Tell him to wait for me."”
Manager Liu quietly left in the same way.
Jiang Nansun stood up and tiptoed out after listening to the short segment.
Zhou Lin asked when he saw Jiang Nansun. "How are you feeling these few days?"
"It's not bad. Manager Liu also takes good care of me.”
Jiang Nansun said. The more scenery he had seen in the past few days, the deeper his feelings were.
The quality of her life was also impeccable. Manager Liu was also extremely considerate like a professional secretary.
"Just a short sentence?”
The corners of Zhou Lin's eyes darkened, and he said with a troubled expression," The other guests have written a long promotion. It's hard for me to report to you like this.”
Jiang Nansun was taken aback. He whispered," Then I'll write an essay on architecture and the environment?”
"Sure."
Zhou Lin nodded slightly and made an "eight" gesture with his fingers.
"It has to be a small essay of at least 8,000 words. I'll help you see if it's up to standard.”
"Eight thousand words?"
" A small essay?!"
Jiang Nansun's almond-shaped eyes widened. If she still could not tell that Zhou Lin was teasing her, she would be a fool.
"Not a single word!"
"Then how do I report to others?" Zhou Lin asked.
"I don't care."
Jiang Nansun placed his hands behind his back and tiptoed as he swayed his graceful body." Anyway, I came in through your back door. If you want to blame someone, it's you. You won't find me."”
"I can't help it. Who asked me to get involved in this matter?
Let's go, let's go eat first. I'll think of a way.”
Looking at Zhou Lin, who was still putting on an act, Jiang Nansun gritted his teeth in anger.
A cunning look flashed across his eyes as he said with ill intentions," Can you eat spicy food?”
"It's just so-so. It won't do if it's too spicy." Zhou Lin said.
Jiang Nansun's face lit up and he quickly said," Then let's go eat spicy bamboo for lunch!”
"Are you sure?"
Zhou Lin was a little surprised, just like all the other hotels.
There were also three restaurants in the park of Anman Yangyun. They were the Chinese restaurant, Spicy Bamboo, the Italian restaurant, Arva, and the Japanese restaurant, Nama.
Spicy Bamboo. As the name suggested, this Chinese restaurant was famous for its traditional spices, fish, and chili.
Jiang Nansun was from Shanghai, so this was obviously not her style.
"I'm sure. I'll eat spicy bamboo at noon!”
Jiang Nansun raised his head and said arrogantly.
Looking at her, how could Zhou Lin not know what this woman was up to?
When they arrived at the restaurant, they chose a seat where they could view the bamboo forest. Sitting at the dining table, they could see the original scenery outlined by the organic vegetable garden and bamboo forest outside the window.
The restaurant's menu was a rather unique ancient menu. It was divided into eight categories. The time and story behind each dish were recorded behind the name, as if it was a historical record.
After learning that Jiang Nansun didn't have any taboos, Zhou Lin ordered a few signature dishes.
They had only eaten a few mouthfuls of the meal when the sweat on their necks and foreheads could not help but flow out.
"No, no, it's too spicy!”
Jiang Nansun stuck out his tongue. His originally fair and delicate face was already filled with red light. His forehead was covered in sweat, and he could not help but regret it.
She would usually add some spiciness to her meals, especially when eating hotpot.
But what she did not know was that it was different from the spiciness of Sichuan cuisine.
The spiciness of Gan Province was similar to that of Hunan cuisine.
Moreover, the restaurants in Shanghai had more or less adapted to the local tastes.
However, Anman Yangyun was from an old village in Huizhou, which was moved from Jiangxi Province, so the spicy bamboo in the village was naturally kept in its purest state.
The delicate chili made people's hearts tremble, but when they smelled the fresh and spicy fragrance, they could not help but want to taste a few more mouthfuls.
Therefore, the scene at the dining table became eating a mouthful of food with a few mouthfuls of water.
But soon, he ate more and more.
Jiang Nansun realized that even if he gulped down cold drinks, he could not suppress the heat spreading from his body.
Her red lips exhaled hot air. She rolled up her sleeves and unbuttoned the two buttons on her shirt. Her exposed skin was flushed.
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