Afternoon.
A gentle breeze wafted by.
Jiang Ning walked ahead, hands clasped behind his back, looking relaxed.
Behind him followed a young girl in a green dress, carrying two jars of wine, which appeared quite heavy.
The two of them wobbled their way to the private garden of Chunfeng Lou.
Tingzhu Pavilion, located in the private garden of Chunfeng Lou.
"Lord Jiang, just returning from Jiuxiao Building?" Zhao Yulong asked as he greeted Jiang Ning.
"Indeed!" Jiang Ning nodded, continuing, "I just tried the wine and food there."
"Pretty good, right?" Zhao Yulong inquired.
"Not bad!" Jiang Ning nodded, "Out of twenty-four signature dishes, ten suits my taste. Not bad at all!"
"You've got quite the discerning palate, Lord Jiang!" Zhao Yulong remarked.
Jiang Ning chuckled, "Enjoying fine food requires a discerning taste!"
In his past life, he was born in a land where food is paramount, the pinnacle of global culinary culture.
He had long since developed this hobby.
