In the Capital for seven days, apart from the unpleasant incident on the first day at the art gallery, they had a great time for the rest of their visit.
Jiang Shuyao wasn't much of a foodie, but when she got to Wangfujing, she practically couldn't move from all the cravings. The place was a gathering of gourmet snacks from all over the country. Used to the spicy hot pots in Rong City, trying Peking duck and southern fried meatballs in a foreign country made her realize that they could be just as perfect without chili.
From childhood to adulthood, she had traveled to many places, but because of her parents' jobs, staying in one place for a continuous seven days felt as extravagant as a dream.
In the past, whenever they traveled far, Ms. Zhu's phone would always ring, and Old Jiang was never away from his computer, even their hotel stays were rushed with punctual wake-ups and packing, as if taking her out during the summer and winter breaks was merely a duty to fulfill.
