A royal blue Bugatti EB110 drove onto the highway toward Bristol.
Vincent didn't drive particularly fast, maintaining a speed of around 50 or 60 km/h.
Hermione, in the passenger seat, knew perfectly well that he was thinking of her.
"You can drive a little faster."
Their destination was quite far, and at this speed, they estimated they wouldn't arrive until noon.
Vincent increased the car's speed slightly, and a not-so-strong push-back feeling immediately appeared.
Hermione, holding flowers, quietly watched him drive intently.
"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?"
She looked away shyly, but quickly looked back. "No, I was looking at my handsome and charming boyfriend."
Vincent paused for a moment, "You adapted very quickly."
Hermione winked mischievously, "It's all thanks to you."
Fred and George have been calling me "Gryffindor Sister" at school lately, and you always say I'm the second-in-command of "Holworths Bull."
Vincent chuckled and looked back at the front of the car. "I've always been lucky. Looks like I've shared a little bit with you."
Hermione leaned closer to him. "Actually, I'm pretty lucky, otherwise I wouldn't have met you."
The real reason for her transformation from an unremarkable bookworm to the elegant and poised lady is already self-evident.
"Really? That's great." Vincent's gaze remained fixed on the front of the car. "Our good luck is sure to continue."
Hermione smiled happily. "Yes, it will definitely continue."
Vincent glanced at her subconsciously, momentarily lost in thought.
They used to be classmates and friends, and now they've started dating.
Even with the same outfit and expression, Hermione gave him a completely different feeling.
Perhaps because he no longer treated her like a little girl, Vincent unconsciously smiled faintly.
"We're almost there."
Hermione looked out the window.
Bristol is a historic and famous tourist city with exceptionally beautiful scenery along the way.
Vincent slowed down and drove slowly into the city.
He chose Bristol as the location for their first date not only because of its nickname "romantic town," but also because it is home to two world-class universities.
As noon approached, our first stop was naturally the perfect place to enjoy lunch: the St Nicholas Market.
The royal blue Bugatti EB110 was parked on the side of the road outside the market. Vincent, who got out of the car first, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and let Hermione lead him out of the car.
The combination of a handsome man, a beautiful woman, and a sports car naturally attracts a lot of attention.
The two had experienced such gazes countless times at school and were completely unconcerned by their stares.
Vincent held Hermione's little hand tightly as they walked into the bustling market.
This place perfectly embodies the diverse characteristics of a tourist city, with a relatively large number of Asian and African faces.
The two walked slowly, their eyes scanning back and forth between the food stalls on both sides of the street, discussing what kind of snacks they should get.
Traditional Britain food is out of the question, and Indian street food is completely out of the question. However, Africa and South American snacks are worth trying.
One of them was holding a fried tilapia, and the other was holding a cassava pancake.
The two ate as they walked, and stopped at a Japanese dango shop as if on cue.
Hermione took a big bite of the cassava pancake in her hand. "Rinne probably wouldn't come to a crowded place like this, would she?"
Vincent looked around uncertainly a few times. "Who knows which city she'll run off to?"
He looked away, staring longingly at the pancake in her hand.
"Is it tasty?"
"It's delicious."
Hermione blushed and handed over the cassava pancake. "Would you like to try a bite?"
Vincent opened his mouth wide and took a big bite out of it.
"Mmm... it's especially delicious..."
He finished speaking indistinctly and handed over the fried fish he was holding.
Hermione blushed so much her neck turned red, and she took a small, very reserved bite.
"Is it tasty?"
"Mmm, it's especially delicious."
Her voice was very soft and could not be heard at all in the noisy street.
Vincent smiled and took her hand. "Let's go for a walk over there."
As the two continued their search for food, the roar of a sports car engine echoed from the highway outside.
"Screech—" The burgundy GT-R came to a stop right next to the rear of the sapphire blue Bugatti, just centimeters away from crashing into it.
The driver's side door opened, and Rinne, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, hot pants, and sunglasses, got out of the car.
She lifted her sunglasses, opened her tourist guide, and looked at the St Nicholas Market across the road.
Bristol is a famous tourist city in the Britain, and the market in front of us is a diverse food street.
Rinne closed the travel guide, reached out to close the car door, and walked across the road.
In the middle to back of the market, Vincent and Hermione went into a Chinese restaurant in a secluded spot.
This is a family-run restaurant, simply decorated yet exceptionally cozy, with the walls covered in photos of the couple and their son.
As soon as the young couple sat down, the proprietress warmly served them tea.
Vincent picked up the menu, looking at the names of the dishes with a longing expression.
"Madam, are you from Hong Kong?"
The proprietress seemed particularly surprised. "Yes, how did you figure that out?"
Vincent pointed to the beverage section of the menu, "The menu is mostly Cantonese cuisine, and the drinks listed first are milk tea and iced lemon tea."
The proprietress was surprised that the young man in front of her knew so much about Chinese cuisine.
People in Europe and America generally cannot distinguish between the eight major cuisines; their perception of Chinese food is often limited to those that have completely altered the flavors.
Those who can distinguish between different cuisines and deduce the specific region from a beverage are often experienced gourmets.
Vincent looks to be under twenty years old, so it's unlikely he has much experience.
The proprietress smiled and brought over a secret menu item.
She looked at Hermione and said, "This beautiful lady, you are so lucky to have such a thoughtful boyfriend."
Hermione smiled sweetly. "Thank you, he is indeed very thoughtful."
Vincent held her hand the whole time at the market, probably not only to prevent them from getting lost, but also because he was worried that she wasn't used to wearing high heels.
She is truly blessed to have such a thoughtful boyfriend.
The proprietress looked at the young couple sitting close together, gazing at the menu with affection, and seemed to recall her own youth.
She looked slightly annoyed and glared at her husband, who was sitting outside the kitchen.
The shop owner was quite puzzled, guessing that he was a careless person.
Vincent and Hermione made their decision in no time.
Authentic Cantonese cuisine absolutely cannot do without chicken, and stewed soup is the soul of Cantonese cuisine.
"White-cut chicken, mung bean and pigeon soup, a plate of steamed pork ribs and blanched bok choy, a cup of Hong Kong-style milk tea and a cup of iced lemon tea, and two bowls of rice."
The proprietress placed the order with a smile on her face, but the moment she turned to look at the shop owner, her eyes suddenly turned resentful.
Vincent and Hermione, of course, were unaware of her change; they were discussing their respective views on Chinese food.