Afternoon.
A light breeze blew slowly.
Jiang Ning walked ahead with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression leisurely.
Behind him followed a maiden in a green dress, carrying two jars of wine, one in each hand. They did not look light.
The two of them ambled along the road until they reached the separate courtyard of Spring Breeze Pavilion.
Listening Bamboo Pavilion was within Spring Breeze Pavilion's separate courtyard.
"Patrol Envoy Jiang, you've just come back from Nine Heavens Pavilion?" Zhao Yulong, who happened to run into Jiang Ning and his companion head-on, greeted him.
"Yes!" Jiang Ning nodded, then continued, "I just went to Nine Heavens Pavilion to try some wine and dishes."
"The taste wasn't bad, was it?" Zhao Yulong asked.
"Not bad!" Jiang Ning nodded. "Of their twenty-four signature dishes, ten suited my palate. Not bad! Not bad!"
"Patrol Envoy Jiang's mouth is rather picky!" Zhao Yulong said.
Jiang Ning smiled. "If you're enjoying fine food, how can you not be picky?"
In his previous life, he had been born in a country where the people took food as heaven, a country at the very peak of the world's culinary culture.
He had long since developed this sort of hobby.
He still remembered that in his previous life, when he had received the first salary of his life, he had gone out and eaten a fierce meal.
That one meal had cost him one thousand.
A third of that month's income.
But he had not felt it was much of a loss. Instead, he had felt it was well worth it.
Life lay in trying things.
At an age when one person eating his fill meant the whole family went unfamished, he could be willful like that.
As the saying went, wishing to buy osmanthus