After entering the room, the luggage had been settled in the cloakroom, and Chi Ming left Han Meijuan to have lunch together. He went into the bathroom and washed away the fatigue of the journey.

Han Meijuan looked at each room in a novel way, it is worthy of being the most expensive hotel in Zhuhai and Macao, expensive and expensive, the facilities and decoration in the room, and the luxury also has a strong artistic atmosphere.

A grand piano in the living room, bookshelves that occupy three walls in the study, a custom-made home theater, a gymnasium, European-style silk ******* amenities, a jacuzzi and a steam room, and even toiletries are all high-end French brands.

Each room is decorated with a different style of painting, with soothing impressionist landscapes in the bedroom, surrealist works in the study, and postmodern paintings in the bathroom.

With such an apartment, the monthly rent is at least seven or eight thousand US dollars, and there is an empty one, Han Meijuan was a little surprised in her heart, it seems that Chi Ming has really stood out in the United States over the years.

After visiting the room, Han Meijuan walked out of the viewing terrace outside the living room, the time was close to noon, and the sun was shining directly on the whole city.

The location of the hotel is excellent, on the banks of the Yayuan River, which runs through the city, and you can see the sea in the distance. The Seine River in Paris, the Thames River in London, the Danube River in Austria, and many other famous cities in the world all have a legendary and timeless historical river, carrying the city's heritage and dreams.

Zhuhai and Macao are cities that have developed along both sides of the Yayuan River, and now the land price along the river is expensive, and the buildings on both sides of the river are lined up one after another, ranging from European-style buildings left over from the colonial era to high-rise buildings with a modern sense newly built in recent years. The night view of the Yayuan River has also become a famous landscape of the city, comparable to the night view of the Huangpu River and Victoria Harbour.

After Chi Ming took a shower, his shiny and damp hair hung casually in front of his forehead, and he changed into loose linen home clothes.

The doorbell rang, and it was the waiter who had come to deliver lunch. The two waiters greeted politely and pushed in a golden dining cart.

The long oak table in the dining room can seat at least a dozen people. On a silk placemat with lilies printed on a purple background, exquisite bone china tableware is arranged. The waiter carefully sets the dishes on the table.

"Thank you. Chi Ming tipped the waiter, a habit developed in the United States.

The two sat opposite each other at the table, occupying only half of the table. Chi Ming ordered light Jiangsu and Zhejiang dishes, Longjing shrimp, steamed anchovies with Shao wine, braised spring bamboo shoots in oil, crab roe and winter melon balls, and the dishes on the table were fine, fragrant and delicious.

It's been a long time since I've eaten such authentic Chinese food, but Chi Ming can't have much appetite. He only picked up a few dishes and put them in his mouth at a time, chewing the food in his mouth slowly. The taste of his hometown strongly impacted his sense of taste, and the corner of his heart that had been dusted for many years was gradually waking up.

Han Meijuan picked up a jade-white crystal shrimp and put it in her mouth. The shrimp meat is tender and smooth, and the fragrance of tea lingers between the lips and teeth. She glanced at Chi Ming opposite, and was secretly surprised in her heart, he actually remembered that he liked to eat this dish the most.

While eating, the two chatted about their recent situation. I haven't seen each other for many years, although I will send an email from time to time and occasionally talk on the phone, but people are always meeting each other, and the relationship maintained by email and phone calls alone is always like a veil.

Han Meijuan said a lot, the clothing brand she founded, the style is fashionable, the pricing is reasonable, it is quite popular with young white-collar workers, and she plans to open two new stores in the second half of the year.

Chi Ming listened quietly, smiling lightly from time to time, or nodding approvingly. Han Meijuan in front of her was dressed generously and decently, and her delicate makeup concealed her age and made her look more mature. Her gestures revealed the shrewdness and ability of a businessman, and she was no longer the shy and rustic little working girl in her impression.

Four years have passed, and everything seems like a world away.

Han Meijuan is relaxed and natural on the surface, but she always has a string in her head, for fear that if she says something wrong, she will touch the past that she doesn't want to mention.

"How long will you stay when you return to China this time?" asked Han Meijuan.

How long will it last? Chi Ming himself didn't know the exact answer, he replied vaguely: "I can't say, it depends on the progress of the project." ”

"What project? I really want to know what you scientists are busy with every day?" asked Han Meijuan with interest.