He softened the years, and she amazed the world.

With the addition of two men, they were no longer satisfied with the hotel restaurant for lunch; they wanted to eat the most famous and authentic Hangzhou cuisine.

After renting a car, Jiang Hailang drove, Mu Chen sat in the passenger seat, and Song Yunxi and Lin Xiaoran sat in the back. The four of them set off happily, as if going on a spring outing.

Following the navigation, the car pulled into a spacious parking lot. Above the restaurant's entrance hung a wooden plaque that read "Guiyu Private Banquet," discreetly hidden among the trees and mountains, far from the hustle and bustle.

The restaurant manager stood at the entrance to greet them personally, saying that the boss had given instructions beforehand. He then politely led them through the courtyard, introducing the restaurant as they walked.

The scenery in the courtyard contrasts sharply with the understated entrance. The traditional Chinese courtyard is filled with osmanthus trees, though they are not yet in bloom; otherwise, the entire courtyard would be filled with their fragrance. A stream flows gently over the artificial hill, lotus flowers bloom in the pond, and shoes make a crisp sound as they step on the stone-paved path.

If one had to describe this courtyard in any way, one could only say that they seemed to have unintentionally stumbled into an ancient Jiangnan garden.

The courtyard is deep and secluded, timeless and timeless.

Mu Chen and Song Yunxi walked side by side ahead. When they stepped onto an unpolished gravel path, Mu Chen naturally took Song Yunxi's hand.

Song Yunxi turned her head and smiled at him, then moved her feet slightly, bringing their bodies, which had been somewhat apart, closer together.

Lin Xiaoran happily took pictures of the beautiful scenery with her phone in the background, so Jiang Hailang slowed down to wait for her. When he saw a good view, he even took out his own phone to take a picture of her with the scenery.

As Lin Xiaoran was backing up to take a picture of a stone lightbox, she stepped on the edge of the steps behind her and almost fell. Jiang Hailang quickly stepped forward to catch her around the waist.

“Look.”

After resolving the crisis, Lin Xiaoran smiled and held her phone up to Jiang Hailang, showing him the perfectly angled photo.

Jiang Hailang leaned down to look. However, he didn't let go of Lin Xiaoran's waist; instead, he put his other hand on her waist and wrapped his arms around her.

Lin Xiaoran swiped through her phone, showing him one photo after another she had just taken. After flipping through the last one, she turned off the phone screen and then naturally pulled Jiang Hailang's arm off her waist.

"Let's go, let's film in the back."

"Walk."

Seeing that the group ahead was about to turn the corner and head towards the back of the courtyard, Jiang Hailang smiled, took Lin Xiaoran's hand, and quickly followed.

The manager led them to an outdoor table in the courtyard lake. Apparently, reservations for this restaurant need to be made a week in advance to secure a good private room. If you book late, you'll only get a regular table. And if you book even later, you can only accept the offer and hope for another chance.

To ensure the quality of the dishes, the restaurant orders many dishes in advance and air-freights the ingredients daily. The daily ingredient supply is only a very small surplus of the pre-ordered items, so it cannot accommodate walk-in guests.

People like Mu Chen, who make reservations the night before, are usually not served unless they are friends of the owner.

Although there were no private rooms or regular tables available, the restaurant set up this table early in the morning in the best spot in the courtyard.

The dining table is set in a viewing pavilion in the center of the artificial lake. The wooden beams and pillars are decorated with exquisite carvings. The lotus flowers sway in the lake, and the fish swim leisurely, evoking the sentiments and pleasures of ancient literati composing poems and drinking wine.

The restaurant doesn't allow individual ordering; guests can only choose from pre-set menus. However, teaware and tableware can be selected by the guests themselves. The manager personally leads two servers to offer guests teaware and tableware of different colors and patterns for them to choose from.

Song Yunxi pointed to a pure white tableware. "This one."

Only pure white can bring out the true color of food.

Before the dishes were served, the musician sat in a corner of the pavilion and began to play a guzheng piece. The waiter also poured each person a cup of fragrant osmanthus tea.

Although the osmanthus flowers were not in bloom, their fragrance filled the air, which did not diminish the beauty of the garden.

The dishes here are exquisite, with both the side dishes and plating comparable to those in the private dining rooms of the Platinum Hotel. The service is also exceptional; the tea in each guest's cup is never less than half full. Almost as soon as you pick up your cup, take a small sip, and put it back on the table, a server will come to refill your tea. When serving the food, the manager personally handles it with standard movements, impeccable etiquette, and utmost professionalism.

So, is this why the set meals, priced at over a thousand yuan per person, still attract so many people? Because you can enjoy the highest quality food and service here.

With beautiful scenery, delicious food, and lovely women, everyone enjoyed the meal immensely.

After finishing her meal, Song Yunxi picked up her cup, took another sip of tea, and asked with a smile, "How was it?"

Lin Xiaoran immediately replied, "It's delicious."

Mu Chen then gave a more reasoned evaluation: "The ingredients are fresh, the cooking skills are superb, and the service is meticulous. It is a top-notch private restaurant." Then he changed the subject, "The only drawback is that the dessert took a little longer."

The restaurant manager stood to the side and nodded slightly; the dessert was indeed a few minutes later than expected. This was a significant oversight for a restaurant that already charged a hefty 15% service charge on top of its set menu.

Song Yunxi said, "However, the environment is good, and their adaptability is also commendable."

At least they managed to set up this outdoor table in half a day despite the reservations being full, and they still managed to prepare all the dishes in the set meal without compromising quality, which is truly commendable.

Lin Xiaoran stared wide-eyed at Mu Chen and Song Yunxi. The big boss was indeed a big boss; even while having a meal, they couldn't resist sharing their insights. It seemed the gap between her and the big boss was vast.

The plan for the afternoon was to cycle around West Lake, but before we even reached the scenic area, it started raining.

Song Yunxi turned to look out the car window, past the branches swaying in the drizzle, and a gray-white brick building came into view at the street corner.

She said, "Shall we go take a look here?"

Jiang Hailang turned the steering wheel and drove the car onto the open space in front of the two-story building.

The four of them got out of the car, put their hands on their heads to shield themselves from the rain, and quickly ran into the small shop that had a sign that read "Hanfu Experience Hall".

As soon as you step inside, the sound of a zither fills the air, the scent of sandalwood fills the air, and a strong sense of ancient charm washes over you. A shop assistant dressed in Hanfu (traditional Han clothing) warmly greets you and offers you handkerchiefs to wipe the raindrops from your head and clothes.

Compared to Mu Chen and Jiang Hailang, Song Yunxi and Lin Xiaoran couldn't hide their excitement, because the clothes worn by the girls in the store were just too beautiful.

Song Yunxi gently shook Mu Chen's hand a few times, and he smiled, "Go ahead."

The girls went to choose clothes, while the men, guided by the shop assistants, sat down at a wooden table and chairs to drink tea. A chessboard sat on the table, and next to it, a box contained black and white chess pieces.

Mu Chen took a black piece and placed it in the center of the board, while Jiang Hailang took a white piece and placed it next to the black piece. After that, the two of them played two games of Gomoku on the board with great tacit understanding, each taking one piece.

Song Yunxi picked out several outfits and asked the shop assistant to bring them out for Mu Chen to see. There were shenyi (a type of traditional Chinese robe) that were worn as a top and bottom, as well as ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) that consisted of a top and bottom.

Although Mu Chen didn't understand, he thought Song Yunxi would look good in any outfit. So he gave a potentially disastrous answer: "She looks good in everything."

Seeing Song Yunxi pout, he quickly got up, stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, and said with a smile, "You really look good in anything."

Jiang Hailang couldn't stand this scene of public displays of affection, so he turned to the shop assistant and asked, "Where's mine?"

What's yours?

However, the salesperson immediately understood. "You haven't chosen your girlfriend yet, you'll have to wait a moment."

He pointed to the room where he was choosing clothes. "May I go in?"

Most men assume that they can sit and relax while women choose clothes, perhaps even having tea. Therefore, the distinction between a selection room and a fitting room isn't always clear-cut.

The shop assistant smiled and nodded: "Sure."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Hailang strode towards the selection room.

The large room was filled with rows of various clothes, and Lin Xiaoran was looking through them one by one, accompanied by another shop assistant. The assistant would carefully explain which styles she liked.

"Haven't you found one you like yet?" Jiang Hailang wrapped one arm around Lin Xiaoran's waist from the side, and used the other hand to help her lift the dress she was looking at.

Lin Xiaoran said, "I like every single one of them."

That's why she couldn't make a choice for so long, because ultimately she could only wear one piece of clothing.

Jiang Hailang picked out a piece of clothing from the clothes the shop assistant was holding. "This one, please. Green looks good on you."

The pale green color looks like the tender, vibrant leaves of a willow tree just sprouting in spring.

The important thing is that once he makes his choice, he won't die like Mu Chen.

But Lin Xiaoran's difficult question still caught him off guard: "Are you saying I don't look good in other colors?"

Jiang Hailang sighed. "Fine, my life is yours."

Lin Xiaoran smiled at Jiang Hailang, as if her scheme had succeeded. She patted his hand that was wrapped around her waist, telling him to let go. Then she turned and followed the shop assistant to change her clothes.

Outside, Mu Chen said a lot of nice things to calm Song Yunxi down, and the two of them chose an orange-red ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

As the shop assistant was leaving, she pointed to another room and said to Mu Chen, "Handsome, the men's clothes are over there, why don't you go and pick one out too?"

"I don't need it anymore."

"Actually, men's Hanfu looks great too. Your girlfriend is so beautiful, why don't you wear one to match her outfit?"

Upon hearing the shop assistant's words, Song Yunxi stopped and looked at Mu Chen.

Mu Chen smiled and nodded. "Okay."

Hanfu is not allowed, but couple outfits are.

Actually, the so-called matching Hanfu outfits for couples don't exist. The outfit Song Yunxi chose didn't have a matching men's outfit; he just wanted to spend some time with her.

Mu Chen wore a black, diagonally-fastened long robe. Apart from some embroidered patterns on the collar and belt, there were no other decorations. He looked just like a cold, taciturn, and dashing swordsman from a martial arts film. Moreover, although he was tall, he was very thin. The black robe on him truly lived up to the description of "tall and elegant".

Seeing that Mu Chen looked good, Jiang Hailang also went to choose an outfit for himself. However, he chose a dark green top paired with light gray bottoms. If he also carried a folding fan, he would look like a pampered young master from a wealthy family.

The sweetest moment between lovers is when they look at each other and smile, just like Mu Chen and Song Yunxi at this moment.

Half an hour later, when they saw each other again, they felt a deep sense of emotion without needing to say a word: he had softened the years, and she had amazed the world.

Song Yunxi and Lin Xiaoran both wore high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a light and short top and a loose and long skirt. The skirt was worn above the chest and tied with a ribbon. The long, thin tulle skirt swayed in the air with their steps, making them look elegant, slender, and graceful.

Lin Xiaoran has long hair, so the shop assistant let half of it down and braided the other half into several braids before tying it into a butterfly-shaped bun on top of her head. She accessorized with a pink-petaled, gold-stamened plum blossom hairpin with dangling white jade tassels. The result was a lively and radiant look.

Song Yunxi's hair only reached her shoulders, so the shop assistant tied it all up on top of her head and added a wig to create a rounded, elegant bun. Orange beaded hairpins were inserted along the sides of the bun, and several long, colorful ribbons were attached to the back. It was both charming and radiant.

Lin Xiaoran lifted her skirt and ran to Jiang Hailang's side, looking at his clothes from all angles.

"Mr. Lang, the color you chose is really..." I couldn't think of a good adjective for a moment. "Never mind, anyway, you're a playboy, you probably don't care whether you'll be forgiven or not."