Hearing the crisp, pleasant system notification in his mind, Jiang Che curled his lips into an imperceptible smirk and gently closed the folding fan in his hand.
He knew that truly "devouring" this stunning wife from Britain was only a matter of time.
After passing beneath several stone arch bridges, the covered boat docked at a bustling pier.
The four of them disembarked and began strolling through the streets of the ancient town known as Tangyao.
Shops lined both sides of the bluestone-paved street, and cries of vendors rose and fell one after another.
The air was filled with the enticing scents of all kinds of authentic Jiangnan snacks.
The sweet, soft Osmanthus Cake, the strange fragrance of stinky tofu, the savory beggar's chicken, and those bright red Candied Hawthorns coated in sugar.
"Jiang, what is that? It looks as beautiful as a ruby!"
Elizabeth pointed at a glistening string of Candied Hawthorn, her sapphire-blue eyes brimming with curiosity.
"That's Candied Hawthorn. Sweet and sour. Want to try some?"
Jiang Che smiled faintly, and the bodyguards behind him immediately understood. They stepped forward, paid for several strings, and bought them.
Hathaway and Elizabeth, these two foreign girls—one from rainy Britain and the other from fast-food America—had never seen such a distinctly Eastern street snack.
Holding their Tanghulu, the two cautiously took a bite. Their eyes immediately lit up as though they had discovered a new continent, and they ate with relish, completely abandoning any semblance of ladylike grace.
Shen Wanzhi, on the other hand, was far calmer. She had lived in Jiangnan for many years and was already familiar with these delicacies, but seeing the two women's adorable, wide-eyed expressions, she could not help covering her lips and laughing softly.
The group of four moved through the ancient town. Everywhere