Jiang Wanwan's heart trembled suddenly, and she subconsciously looked up at Xi Heming. Xi Heming looked back at him with a warm smile on his face. Looking at her stupid look, he raised his hand and rubbed her head again. Two times: "Let's go."
Jiang Wanwan didn't react when her head was rubbed during the meeting, but when her head was rubbed again under such dim lanterns, no matter how slow she was, she noticed something was wrong. Xi Heming's movements were a bit too intimate.
Seeing the confused expression on Jiang Wanwan's face, Xi Heming smiled faintly, reached out and grabbed her wrist: "It's dark here, I'll hold you."
The night in the garden was quiet, with only the footsteps of a group of people. Xi Heming held a lantern in one hand and gently held Jiang Wanwan's wrist with the other, enjoying the rare quiet time. Entering from the side door of the garden, you will see an antique two-story building within a few minutes' walk. At this time, there are several large bright lanterns hanging at the door of the small building. The windows on the second floor are also open, and the lights are bright inside.
The "maid" who had been leading the way turned around, took the lantern from Xi Heming's hand with a smile and made an invitation gesture: "Two distinguished guests, Changchun Garden has arrived."
Xi Heming let go of Jiang Wanwan's wrist with some regret, feeling that the road was a little too short, and it seemed that he had arrived at the place before he could fully enjoy the quiet time. However, thinking of the dinner time alone, Xi Heming cheered up again and took Jiang Wanwan up to the second floor.
This shop is opened by the descendants of authentic imperial chefs. In addition to the inheritance of recipes, the craftsmanship is also taught step by step from generation to generation. Although most dishes cannot be taught due to conditions in special times, the cooking skills and secret recipes But it was not lost, so this dish is not only very famous in this province, but also has many sophisticated gourmets who fly all the way to taste it.
Palace cuisine is not only about the taste, but also about the atmosphere. That's why the Fan family spent a lot of money to rent this house with a large garden. They only repaired it without making major changes. In addition to the original furniture in the ancient house, they also collected a lot of it. The antique furniture and furnishings are all antiques, creating an atmosphere to the extreme.
Some diners like to be served by waiters while they eat, while others prefer a quieter atmosphere. Xi Heming came here to eat because he liked the quietness here. He called in advance to order a meal. After the two washed their hands and sat down, cold dishes were placed one after another. After a brief taste, hot dishes were also served.
It doesn’t take much for two people to have a meal. Four plates of cold dishes, four hot dishes, one soup, and four dim sums are all the dishes tonight.
Jiang Wanwan didn't eat much at lunch, and she was really hungry now. Looking at a table full of delicious, delicious dishes, she didn't know which one to eat first. Xi Heming picked up the small bowl and served Jiang Wanwan a bowl of Longjing bamboo fungus soup. The delicious bamboo fungus and the deliciousness of Longjing were blended together, and he whetted his appetite after just a few sips.
Jiang Wanwan is from the north, and the palace dishes are mainly based on northern tastes. In addition, the ingredients used in the palace dishes are exquisite, and the soup is rich and delicious. Every bite makes Jiang Wanwan feel amazing.
Xi Heming didn't eat such dishes with strong soup and strong flavor in the past, and he only ate some refreshing appetizers when he came here for social events. However, after living together with Jiang Wanwan, his taste has been taken away by Jiang Wanwan, and now he also likes this kind of taste.
In the evening of early autumn, the cool breeze blew slightly on the wooden window lattice. Xi Heming and Jiang Wanwan sat opposite each other in the house, savoring the delicacies that spanned hundreds of years. Jiang Wanwan tasted them all, and her eyes lit up with surprise every time she tasted them. Xi Heming felt a special sense of accomplishment. He wished he could rent this place and bring Jiang Wanwan to eat every day.
After a meal, I slowed down and savored it carefully. After half an hour, I was full. The waiter cleared the table, placed tea sets on the tea table by the window, and then left silently. Jiang Wanwan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, put her hands on her stomach and sighed contentedly: "It's delicious, but if you eat too much, you might gain weight."
Xi Heming boiled water and made tea with elegant movements, with a faint smile in his eyes: "You are young and have a good metabolism, so you don't get fat no matter how you eat!"
"That's true!" Jiang Wanwan sat up again vigorously, took a sip of the tea handed over by Xi Heming, and raised her eyebrows in surprise: "This tea is also very fragrant."
Xi Heming smiled and shook his head: "You are just like a child. Everything comes from other people's homes. Didn't you drink the two cans of tea I gave you a few mornings ago? That one is better than this one."
Jiang Wanwan's cheeks were a little red, and she said with embarrassment: "Drink it, but you also know that when you are busy, you have time to taste tea. At that time, whether it is tea, coffee or plain water, it is the same in my eyes. Use To quench your thirst. To enjoy tea, you need to be in this kind of environment and leisurely to appreciate the taste."
Xi Heming's smile deepened: "If you like it, we can come for tea often in the future."
The ambiguous atmosphere spread between the two of them once again. Jiang Wanwan looked down at the clear tea in the teacup. Xi Heming held the teacup and looked at Jiang Wanwan under the lamp. The more he looked at it, the more cute he felt. Maybe you like someone like this, and even if she is sitting there quietly in a daze, you will find her extremely attractive; if you don't like her, you will find it disgusting even if a lively beauty is posing.
Jiang Wanwan took a few sips of tea, and Xi Heming refilled it for her. His attentiveness was comparable to that of Haidilao's service boy, for fear that her tea cup would be empty. Jiang Wanwan was already very full, and if she drank one or two cups of tea, she could get rid of the greasiness, but if she drank too much, she would feel fuller.
Time passed by, and when Xi Heming refilled Jiang Wanwan's tea for the eighth time, Jiang Wanwan finally couldn't hold it anymore, reached out and covered the mouth of the tea cup, and begged sincerely: "Brother, can we stop drinking?" I’m going to vomit if I drink it.”
Jiang Wanwan felt that she was too drunk to drink tea even when she was socializing.
Xi Heming put down the teapot regretfully and looked at his watch. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening and it was really time to go home.
After coming down from upstairs, the two of them discovered that it had rained outside at some point. Although it was not heavy, the pattering of the rain made the autumn night feel a little cooler.
Jiang Wanwan drank too much tea. Listening to the sound of rain falling on the bluestone tiles, she couldn't help but go to the bathroom first. Xi Heming took the opportunity to whisper a few words to the waiter. When Jiang Wanwan came out of the bathroom, she saw Xi Heming holding An umbrella was waiting for her.
Jiang Wanwan glanced at the small umbrella hesitantly, then turned to ask the waiter: "Do you have any more umbrellas? Please lend me one."
The waiter wore a standard smile, but shook his head very firmly: "Sorry, madam, there are many customers today, so we have borrowed all the umbrellas, and now only this one is left."
Jiang Wanwan showed a suspicious look: "A high-end private restaurant like yours wouldn't make such a low-level mistake, would it? Besides, the private rooms here are far apart, and guests dining in other rooms will not come to use this building. Umbrella?"
The waiter's smile was almost unbearable and he didn't even dare to raise his head. They did not lack umbrellas. This building can only accommodate ten guests at most, and they prepared twenty umbrellas for the guests. In addition, each service staff also has a corresponding umbrella. After all, this is palace cuisine, and the emphasis is on style. When going out and coming in, there are maids lined up in two rows carrying lanterns to lead the way. On rainy days, everyone Holding an oil-paper umbrella is also a special scenery.
However, just now Xi Heming specifically told him to bring out only an umbrella. The waiter really couldn't refuse this diamond card customer, so he could only stand aside and pretend to be stupid.
Xi Heming quickly picked up a glass lantern and stuffed it into Jiang Wanwan's hand. He opened the umbrella with his other hand and waved to Jiang Wanwan: "Come here quickly. It's not raining heavily. We can just hold an umbrella."
Jiang Wanwan glanced at the gloomy sky outside, and without any further hesitation, she strode to the umbrella held by Xi Heming.
The oil-paper umbrella was not particularly big, and a little of it was exposed when the two of them were standing side by side. Xi Heming moved the umbrella towards Jiang Wanwan, leaving half of his body exposed.
After walking a few steps side by side, Jiang Wanwan used the light to see fine needle-like raindrops hitting Xi Heming's face and shoulders. Soon the color of his shirt darkened and it seemed that it had been wet by the rain.
Jiang Wanwan hesitated for a moment, leaned closer to Xi Heming, reached out and moved the umbrella towards him. Xi Heming glanced down at her with a warm smile in his eyes: "It's okay, as long as you don't get wet. The temperature is low at night and the rain is cold. If you get caught in the rain, you may get sick."
When Jiang Wanwan heard this, she couldn't bear it even more. She leaned closer to Xi Heming again, almost leaning against him, and straightened the umbrella again. This time, the oil-paper umbrella finally covered both of them. It's just that the two of them stood here in this position to avoid getting caught in the rain, but it was a bit troublesome to walk. Jiang Wanwan bit her lip, and when she was wondering what to do, a big hand suddenly put it on her shoulder and pulled her towards her. I had a belt in my arms.
Jiang Wanwan raised her head and looked at Xi Heming with some surprise. She saw Xi Heming looking forward indifferently, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions at all.
Sensing Jiang Wanwan's gaze, Xi Heming lowered his head and glanced at her with an innocent expression: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, let's go." Jiang Wanwan felt that she was making a fuss. With the two of them holding an umbrella, it was indeed easier for Xi Heming to walk on her shoulders. However, the two of them were so close, and her arms were a bit awkward. It's in the way.
Xi Heming looked at her troubled expression with a smile in his eyes, and reminded helplessly: "You can put your arm around my waist."
Jiang Wanwan hesitated for a moment, not daring to make a move. Seeing this, Xi Heming simply took Jiang Wanwan's hand and put it around his waist, and then put his arm around her shoulders again. The two of them took small steps and carefully stepped on the bluestone and walked outside. go.
The waiters at Changchun Pavilion watched the two people leave, and only after they couldn't see their backs clearly did they all sigh: "This dog food is spread unscrupulously, and it's so sweet that it's a bit overwhelming!"
The road from the gate to Changchun Pavilion was not too long, but because it was dark and the road was slippery, the two of them walked for more than ten minutes. Jiang Wanwan's height of 1.7 meters is considered tall among girls, but she feels a bit like a little bird nestled in Xi Heming's arms.
After the two people left Changchun Pavilion, the "butler" at the door received the notice and drove Xi Heming's luxury car to the door in time. As soon as the two people came out, the butlers on both sides stepped forward and opened the car door.
Xi Heming escorted Jiang Wanwan until she sat in the car, carefully closed the door, turned around and said to the housekeeper standing on the side, "I'm taking this oil-paper umbrella with me."
The butler immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Xi, you're welcome. You can take it with you if you like. If it's not enough, I'll get you a few more."
"No need, this one is enough." Xi Heming looked at the woman's figure in the car window and smiled lightly: "It has special meaning."
Jiang Wanwan hasn't had a good rest recently. She ate a little more tonight and fell asleep soon after getting in the car. Xi Heming parked the car on the side of the road, took a blanket from the back seat and put it on Jiang Wanwan, and then drove towards home.
It rained at night and there were not many cars on the road. Half an hour later, Xi Heming drove the car into his garage and parked the car before gently waking Jiang Wanwan up.
Jiang Wanwan rubbed her sleepy eyes, and then realized that she was covered with a warm blanket. Xi Heming looked at her in a daze, and smiled slightly: "I said, I will let you slowly adapt to my thoughtfulness."
Jiang Wanwan was sleeping in a daze and her mind was a little confused. Before he could wake up, several slaps suddenly came from the side, and then the unshaven Si Xiaoyang walked out from behind the pillar, with red eyes. Full of hatred.
"What a loving couple!"