"Zao'er" is a typical Hangzhou-style restaurant.
Although the famous West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce is indeed a lump of something.
However, we cannot deny all Hangzhou cuisine because of this one dish. At least dishes like braised duck with dried bamboo shoots, eight-treasure tofu, crispy fried tofu rolls, braised crab meat lion's head meatballs, and shepherd's purse dumplings made the Ma family very happy.
But then again...
—Braised crab meat lion's head is a Suzhou dish, while shepherd's purse dumplings are an Anhui dish.
—Hangzhou is a city that constantly showcases its unique charm as a "food desert".
"We are currently at this location..."
Zhao Sun opened Gaode Map and pointed at it. He said this to Ma's mother sitting next to him, while Ma Jiaojiao on his other side also craned her neck to look over.
Zhao Xun was originally only talking to Mama Ma.
Feeling the breath on the other side, he subconsciously turned around.
...So close.
He instinctively shrank his neck.
Ma Jiaojiao was standing very close; if they were just a little closer, their faces would almost be touching.
Ma Jiaojiao's breath was almost hitting his neck...
Most importantly, the big girl doesn't seem to realize this yet.
She stared at her phone screen, muttering, "Let me see—"
At this time, Zhao Xun couldn't remind her.
The other person's parents are still sitting there.
If he were to say something like, "Ma Jiaojiao, you're standing way too close..."
If Jack Ma's expression changed and he said something like, "You brat, are you disgusted with my daughter?!" or "You brat! My daughter is oblivious to everything, yet you're so meticulous about the distance between the two of them. Do you have some ulterior motive towards my daughter?!"
Old Ma's physique, reminiscent of someone from "Fist of the North Star," suggests a high level of attack power, but combined with his tall, muscular face, his defensive capabilities must also be considerable.
Zhao Xun felt that he was about to die here.
Xiao Zhao secretly glanced at Lao Ma.
Old Ma was sipping his green tea; he was the only man at the table who hadn't participated in the "travel plan."
But he was very perceptive; when Zhao Xun looked at him, he immediately met her gaze.
Old Ma paused slightly as he held the teacup, then said, "Okay."
Zhao Sun: ...?
Does that mean the food was quite delicious?
"...Isn't that the same as what I said?"
After reviewing Zhao Xun's planned city hiking route, Ma Jiaojiao complained to her mother, "I told you we should walk this way, didn't I?"
Zhao Xun thought to himself, "Then why the hell did they call me here?"
She said, "Auntie, the timing of your visit is not good. It's the middle of winter, the red maples in Flower Harbor Park have already fallen, the flowers in Prince Bay Park haven't bloomed yet, and Xixi Wetland is quite deserted at this time of year. It hasn't rained yet either. But the cultural and historical charm of West Lake itself is still there, so you can experience it in that direction."
Zhao Xun's words were reasonable and well-founded, and were clearly much more reliable than her own daughter's "Just follow me."
After nodding in satisfaction, Ma's mother then praised her daughter:
"Which routes you planned are highly recommended by locals? Thank you, classmate."
Zhao Xun thought to himself, "Who do I think I am, a local?"
He said, "As long as you're satisfied."
—The travel guide itself was planned by Lao Bei back then. He himself is not a local, but he is.
—It doesn't matter.
“He’s not a local,” Ma Jiaojiao explained for him.
Zhao Sun really didn't want to cause any more trouble.
He glared at Ma Jiaojiao fiercely.
--I could be the one!
But Ma Jiaojiao didn't grasp the essence of that glance, or rather... she grasped it, but didn't care.
"Oh dear, another misunderstanding?"
Ma's mother quickly smiled and asked, "Where is Zhao Sun from?"
"...Shanghai isn't far away either," Zhao Xun said.
Ma's mother was taken aback: "Oh, you're from Shanghai. Where in Shanghai?"
"...Hudong".
Although it's not ideal, many people actually have stereotypes about each region.
For example, people from Sichuan and Chongqing can eat spicy food, people from the northern border can ride horses, people from Guangdong eat people from southern Fujian, and people from Northeast China are not afraid of the cold.
And the impression most people have of the Shanghai Stock Exchange is...
—Oh my, big city.
—Young master.
This is really bad.
Zhao Sun sensed a form of discrimination.
—It's not discrimination against him, it's discrimination against Hangzhou.
Why do people think he's a rich kid just because he's from Shanghai? Doesn't Hangzhou have any rich kids too?
—Hey you, the one with the cauliflower-shaped hair, pink curly hair, and driving the AMG, step forward!
"Um."
Upon hearing this, Ma's mother glanced at her daughter again, as if scrutinizing her.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Ma Jiaojiao asked.
What's with that "Are you even capable?" look in his eyes?
Ma's mother looked at Zhao Xun again: "Classmate, after we finish eating, we're planning to take a walk around following your route. If you're free..."
Zhao Xun thought to himself, if something's wrong, then I'm definitely in serious trouble.
He said, "--Are you alright...uh, I think so."
“…”
Ma Jiaojiao stared in astonishment at Senior Zhao Sun.
…
We left the shop where the stove was located.
Ma's parents walked ahead, wisely leaving some space for the young people behind them to talk privately.
"Senior~~~"
Ma Jiaojiao used a eerie voice to scare Zhao Sun.
Zhao Xun actually knew there was this big girl behind him—of course, how could he not know when they left the store together?
But he was clearly distracted, and was still startled by the sound, his shoulders shaking violently.
"W-What are you doing?"
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