Mr. Lin is crazy about his cute wife

Lin Kuan was at the door of the tent, "Master, I bought the soda."

"Okay, bring it in." Lin Du had instructed Lin Kuan early in the morning to buy the kind of soda in glass bottles that was available back then.

"We have iced and room temperature ones." Lin Kuan placed four bottles of soda on the table and walked out.

Zhang Yueyue saw that even soda was bought. Lin Du made careful preparations.

"Yuer, at that time, we also bought these two flavors of soda. We took turns drinking them and tasted each other's flavors. Do you still remember?" Lin Du opened the lid of the soda and placed it in front of Zhang Yueyue.

"Everything was so pure and beautiful at that time." Zhang Yueyue certainly remembered that she and Lin Du exchanged sodas with each other. How could she forget the little throbbing she felt at that time? Now, she sighed helplessly.

"Yuer, our future will be better, I promise." Lin Du didn't know how to express his sincerity so that Zhang Yueyue could trust him again.

Zhang Yueyue said calmly, "Well, let's eat."

"Eat more, Yue'er. This is your favorite spicy and sour fish fillet hotpot." Lin Du took care of Zhang Yueyue while she was eating.

Zhang Yueyue was eating the fish fillets in the bowl, and she thought that she might be about to forgive Lin Du.

After lunch, the two of them took a rest in the small tent, and Lin Du rubbed Zhang Yueyue's legs.

The two of them continued walking towards the top of the mountain, looking around as they walked, and spent another afternoon strolling around.

It was almost dinner time when the two of them prepared to go down the mountain.

"Yuer, let me carry you back. Are you tired?"

Zhang Yueyue was very tired, but she felt that she couldn't let Lin Du look down on her. "No, I'm not that tired."

"Well, how about we go have dinner and then go home. It's just you and me at home today anyway."

"Yeah, okay." Zhang Yueyue didn't think much about it. There was no difference between eating at home and eating out anyway.

Lin Du took Zhang Yueyue's arm, helped her walk, and the two of them went down the mountain.

As autumn approaches, it gets dark earlier and there is a big temperature difference between morning and night.

Lin Du and Zhang Yueyue walked down the mountain and the sun set.

On the way back, Lin Du didn't drive. He and Zhang Yueyue sat in the back seat together.

The driver drove Lindu's newly bought red G-Class all the way to the restaurant.

The journey was smooth and the car arrived at the door of the seven-star Royal Lihe Hotel.

This hotel is a long-established consumption place for wealthy people in Beijing. It has a retro palace style and luxurious quality. Some older successful people and wealthy people prefer to consume here.

Lin Du took Zhang Yueyue to the Chinese restaurant on the first floor of the hotel.

As soon as you enter the restaurant, you will be filled with an atmosphere of luxury. The decoration style is luxurious Chinese royal palace, and a row of waiters in Chinese costumes are standing at the door to greet you.

"Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin, good evening!" The waiters saluted and greeted in unison.

The waiter who showed us to our seats walked in front politely.

"Now, it's dinner time, there are no other guests in the restaurant?"

Lin Du made up a story, "Maybe the guests haven't arrived yet, so he hasn't finished get off work yet."

The waiter led Lin Du and Zhang Yueyue and asked them to sit at a table in the center of the hall.

The waiter poured tea for Lin Du and Zhang Yueyue, "Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin, please have some tea. I'll serve you the dishes right away."

"Today is Saturday, there should be other guests in this restaurant, right?" Zhang Yueyue still felt strange.

"That's possible. Yes, they prefer Western restaurants. Yue'er, you must be hungry. Let's eat first."

As they were talking, the dishes were served one after another, and a large table of exquisite food was presented.

A pair of drum-singing actors walked to a place not far from Lin Du and Zhang Yueyue's dining table, bowed to them, and began their performance.

Even if Zhang Yueyue was slow, she understood that Lindu had reserved the place for herself. "Are they singing drum songs?"

"Yes, their hotel only has Chinese opera performances. I think drum books are relatively simple and easy to understand."

After listening to a few sentences, Zhang Yueyue looked at Lin Du and asked, "Are these lyrics newly composed?"