Sitting in the cabin of Nandu Fei Hanoi, listening to the ins and outs of this bloody blood, I don't want to go to any bullshit wedding at all.

Do men die if they don't cheat!

Qiu Bingkun, the grandson, how can he treat Jin Ling like this, I still think he is a rare good man, but he becomes this virtue.

Zhong Ting was flipping through the newspaper, listening to me being indignant on the side, and looked at me quietly, "Don't care what Qiu Bingkun is like, your purpose is to know as many people as possible, understand and grasp the market information you need, and pave the way for future business expansion." ”

That's true, but I'm still dissatisfied, "Why are you still friends with him, is such a person worthy?" ”

Zhong Ting smiled, "Qiu Si, this is business, don't bring personal emotions into it, otherwise you won't be able to do anything." ”

Of course I know that, but it's one thing to know, and it's another to be able to do it.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he put down the newspaper and patiently analyzed the entire Southeast Asian pharmaceutical market with me.

Southeast Asia is a huge source of people and is undoubtedly a great attraction for ambitious pharmaceutical companies.

Vietnam, in particular, has grown rapidly in recent years, with the total value of the pharmaceutical market exceeding US$5 billion last year alone. However, due to its own imperfect medical system, decentralized drug procurement process and high dependence on imported drugs, its drug prices have remained high, and ninety percent of pharmaceutical raw materials rely on imports.

The plane landed in Hanoi and someone came to pick it up.

Zhong Ting asked for my opinion, "The wedding is the day after tomorrow, if you don't want to see Qiu Bingkun now, then I will accompany you to walk around here, see Thirty-sixth Street, and taste the local characteristics." ”

I'm a foodie, he knows. He's said that, and I'm going to say anything else but say yes.

He smiled, turned his head and said a few words to the pick-up officer, who nodded and turned to leave.

As a short-term French colony, Vietnam is different from Hong Kong, which has reached a blend of East and West, while the capital, Hanoi, still retains an old and fresh original atmosphere.

Occasionally, you can see traces of France over the years on the old streets, such as the Longbian Bridge designed by Eiffel, the French-style buildings scattered on the corners, and some theaters and churches, all of which are the marks of the Luotuo era, and the motorcycles flying all over the street are its true portrayal.

The most vivid picture is in front of you, the drivers with dark skin and sunken eyes, ignoring the traffic rules, and the pedestrians are casual and leisurely, like a leisurely stroll, compared to the metropolis where everyone wears a mask, this is a city that completely exudes its true temperament and does not please anyone.

As I was walking, a motorcycle sped by, Zhong Ting grabbed my hand, let go gently, and said lightly, "I'm sorry, I almost hit that car just now..."

I smiled, "It's okay. ”

It's impossible to say that there is no bitterness in my heart, time has passed, and the actions I longed for back then need to be sorry now, how sad is it.

Looking at the sun shining overhead, I asked, "Have you ever been to Hanoi?" ”

He smiled, "No." I've been to Ho Chi Minh City, I've been to Saigon and Nha Trang, but Hanoi is the first time and I'm excited to experience it with you for the first time. ”

This is a way of saying how to deal with it.

I tilted my head slightly, avoiding eye contact with him, and just listened to him say, "There's nothing to do here, let's go around the museum and the Temple of Literature first." ”

Strange city, strange streets, I can only rely on him, carefully follow him.

Vietnam is a country that has been traumatized by the war, and the problem of food and clothing will be solved, and the preservation of cultural relics and history is not perfect, I have no expectations for the museum, but I went to Zhong Dinh to find it, and it was quite interesting.

How to say, most museums in the world are equipped with Chinese, Japanese and Korean explanations, but Vietnam is very strange, obviously showing things related to Chinese culture, but you can't see a little Chinese explanation, the standard configuration is Vietnamese and English, plus at most a French explanation.

I asked Zhong Ting why this was.

He whispered, "Because they have strong anti-Chinese sentiments." ”

I frowned, "So how do you do business?" ”

He smiled, "It's business." Not much impact. Who will have trouble with money. ”

Again, who would have trouble with money.

Leaving the museum, we wandered aimlessly, walking down the street, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of his gaze wandering over me, his clear eyes mixed with boundless emotion, which could suck people in, and then struggle between sinking and escaping, and not to see more.

I coughed lightly, and he smiled, "I don't see how I go shopping with you, I want to see what you're like when you walk." ”

Now I remember, why did I go earlier!

I didn't know what to say, so I pointed to the market in front of me and said, "Let's go there and have a look." ”

If you want to know a place, it is best to go to the market, which is full of life and does not bend to welcome, the most real.

In front of me was a mixed market, all kinds of goods were mixed and sold, food and daily necessities were all in one place, it was very lively, vegetables and fruits looked fresh, I couldn't help but buy a few unknown fruits, put them in paper bags, and eat them as I walked.

I peeled a turquoise one and tasted it, and it tasted pretty good.

"Do you want it?" I asked Zhong Ting.

"Don't. You eat it. Presumably because the fruit was growing strangely, he refused.

I had to force him to try it, so I took one and handed it to his mouth, thinking that he would tilt his head and prepare for the next round of attacks.

Unexpectedly, he took a bite, connected my fingers, and licked it very ambiguously, "It's so sweet." ”

In an instant, a subtle aura spread silently.

I quickly withdrew my hand, and when I saw a temple not far away, I immediately said, "Temple, go and have a look." ”

I don't know when Zhong Ting began to be interested in places like temples, and when I said this, he didn't delay and went straight away.

After walking for a while, the ambiguity and embarrassment of Fang Cai were gone, and I was almost relieved.

Seeing his pious face, I teased him, "Mr. Zhong didn't like these the most before, what's going on, indulged in superstition and can't extricate himself?" ”

He said solemnly, "In a quiet place, Hugh has to talk nonsense. ”

Yo, I've really become a good man and a woman.

Seeing him walking away quickly, I smiled and followed.

The temple here is far less solemn and spacious than the shape of the country, it is located in the ordinary alleys, it is lively and lively all around, and it is a little hidden in the city, but it does not feel the existence of incense and good men and women at all, and it seems very rare.

Zhong Ting pointed to a pair of Chinese characters on the door and said, "Look at this pillar base, it is a lotus petal raspberry type, which originated from the Tang and Song dynasties. ”

The style of the column base belongs to the category of architecture, and I don't know anything about it, and I can't interject at all in front of a knowledgeable person like Zhong Ting.

There was no response, and he didn't show displeasure, just smiled, "Do you want to try a snack?" ”

I've already eaten some snacks on the plane, and I'm not really hungry, but consciously or unconsciously, I look at the humble street stalls and see the locals eating lively, which arouses a lot of interest.

He probably saw it, "It seems to be called barbecue powder, do you want to try it?" ”

I nodded.

I thought he would go straight to the street stall with me, but I found a luxuriously decorated restaurant.

Sure enough, Zhong Ting refused to accept roadside stalls.

The menu was in English, and he picked up a few ticks, and I asked him, "What are you ticking?" ”

He smiled, "Vietnamese rice paper rolls, barbecue noodles, and some other snacks, which are also on the roadside stalls you just saw." ”

I let out a sullen sigh, "The roadside stalls are delicious and authentic, and the locals eat them, so why don't you go there." ”

He said, "You have a different constitution from them, and you will have diarrhea.

If I go, won't the hotel have diarrhea?

After a while, the waiter brought a large plate of things and took a look, which contained all kinds of vegetables, fresh spices, vermicelli, fruit slices, shrimp meat, and glutinous rice skin as thin as cicada wings......

I looked at the leaf, "How do you eat this?" ”

He smiled, didn't speak, just demonstrate, put on gloves, wrapped the vegetables and fruits in rice paper, rolled them up, dipped them in sauce and handed them to me, "Try it." ”

I took a shallow bite, and it seemed to taste good, and then I ate several of them in a row.

I didn't realize how ambiguous this picture was in the eyes of others.

Then there is a cold salad strips, which are cut into thin strips of rice paper on the outer skin of spring rolls, seasoned with chili sauce, coriander and basil, and added with more than a dozen ingredients such as squid, salted fish and quail eggs, which are very refreshing to eat, especially the sauce that settles at the bottom of the bowl, which can be said to be very rich and delicious.

Zhong Ting didn't eat much, just stared at me, and when I reacted, I blushed a little, "Why don't you eat?" ”

"I love watching you eat."

"Zhong Ting......"

Before he finished speaking, the waiter brought another basket of vegetable leaves, two plates of rice noodles, two plates of barbecue and kimchi, and two large bowls of soup. He didn't speak, he put the barbecue meat in the bowl, poured the soup and rice noodles into it, and sprinkled it with herbs and vegetables, moving gracefully as if he were fiddling with art, "Taste." ”

Looking at the black barbecue, to be honest, I was a little resistant.

It wasn't until he reminded me that I took a piece and put it in my mouth, but I didn't expect this barbecue to be charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and it was more delicious and juicy than many barbecues I had ever eaten.

Then I scooped a spoonful of soup, the taste was slightly sour and sweet, and the pickled kimchi floated on the soup noodles, instantly relieving the oiliness, a new experience.

Seeing that he didn't move, I said, "You eat too, don't just look at me, I'm not food." ”

He said, "You are." ”

Me: "......"

He was determined, "My food for the spirit." ”

After a moment of silence, I stared at him seriously, "Zhong Ting, if you want to say this kind of thing again, I will go back to Nandu immediately." ”

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to book a ticket.

He stretched out his hand to stop, "Don't, I won't say anything. I'll eat with you, look at this, it seems to be more authentic to eat like this. ”

Seeing that he didn't say anything else, my hanging heart fell, and I followed his example and broke some chili peppers and put them in the soup, then put in vegetables and herbs, and finally filled in some rice noodles, stirred them, and when the vegetables and rice noodles were soaked in the soup, I began to feast.

He smiled and browled his eyebrows, "Something can be added, you can eat slowly." ”

Listening to him say this, I guess my eating appearance must not be very elegant, but the taste is really good, according to this posture, round after round of eating, you can eat until you are old.

And his eyes are also easy to think of words like "old in the wilderness......

Am I on the wrong trip? Will mistakes be made?