A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

"Brother, do all celebrities... go to such lengths?"

In the passenger seat of the Santana, Bie Yan nodded after hearing Sui Kuan's words from the back seat:

"I wouldn't say it's all true, but the entertainment industry is a big melting pot. All sorts of strange and wonderful people are in there. You two haven't been in the industry long, so it's still new to you. But after seeing it a lot, it won't be new anymore."

As Bie Yan spoke, he tossed the copy of "Old Lan's Travels" with Cai Lan's autograph onto the center console and lazily yawned.

"As for the article content... Xiao Sui, you write it. Remember to send it to my email address."

"OK."

Sui Kuan quickly agreed:

"I'll try to get it done this afternoon."

"No rush."

Don't just wave your hand dismissively:

"Just give it to me by next week. You've been busy all week, it's time to rest. There's nothing much to do this week, so you can arrange your time as you like."

"OK."

Li Mu responded.

Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to go directly to Yanjing.

Back at the newspaper office, Bie Yan didn't even bother going inside; he simply drove off in a carefree manner.

Li Mu took his camera to the photocopying room.

Meanwhile, Sui Kuan returned to his workstation and began working on this interview.

After Li Mu returned, he didn't disturb him, but instead sat at his workstation and opened the book "Old Lan's Travels".

His impression of Cai Lan was somewhat subverted, and he even envied the old man's womanizing ways... so he wanted to see what was written in this book.

"Old Lan's Travels, Part Two"

Looking at the title on the cover, he guessed that if a second book could be published, this book must have something of substance.

Upon opening the book, the first article was titled "France".

France, I've been here many times. The reason I chose it as the first stop on this European trip is because of a type of food that I remember vividly.

The first time I came to France, I was with Mike Chen. That was more than twenty years ago.

The cold winter weather wasn't very comfortable for the two of us young boys, and with limited funds, all we could see was Francis of the poor.

We were starving, and when we got to the hotel, there happened to be a bakery downstairs. They sell a French toast made with toasted baguettes, melted cheese, and slices of sausage from Comté.

For the two hungry young people, the first bite warmed them up and made it truly delicious.

So, this was my first stop in France, and I made a point of finding this shop. But for some reason, the toast tasted very different from what I remembered.

It tasted alright, but it couldn't be called delicious.

I feel a little sad.

I wonder if Zhu Yuanzhang, after becoming emperor, felt the same way I did when he drank that bowl of pearl, jade, and white jade soup.

The toast may still taste the same as it did back then, but I missed the age when I should have been enjoying it to the fullest...

Well.

Li Mu blinked repeatedly.

To be honest... although a forum member said yesterday that Cai Lan's book looked good but was easily forgotten after reading and didn't offer much substance, right now, just the words and feeling of this very first chapter gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

Books are subjective, which is normal.

The image of that smiling face from that morning involuntarily flashed before my eyes.

This person...

He had just thought it was "pretty good," but the image of that slightly alluring girl immediately popped into his mind.

"..."

After a jolt, Brother Bie's words popped into his head again.

Clearly, the effect of demystifying is exceptionally strong.

If you only read the book, he really liked Cai Lan's writing style. But when he thought about reality...

Ok.

Indeed, a book is a book, and a person is a person. It's best to keep the two separate.

With this thought in mind, he continued reading.

……

He had to admit that he had developed a slight interest in Cai Lan's books.

It's mainly about the other person's... at least the very open-minded worldview that's reflected in the book.

Life is about enjoying the right moment at the right age.

In the chapter "The French Tobacco Shop," he wrote: "When I was young, I liked strong-flavored tobacco, like Red Judge, Virginia, spicy and stimulating. Every puff could feel the rich aroma. But when I got older, I couldn't stand it anymore, it was too strong, and my family also found it pungent, so I had to switch to Dunhill and St. Brussels. But I didn't feel anything was wrong, because Red Judge had already given me the best enjoyment when I was young."

Li Mu doesn't smoke and has no idea what he's talking about.

But that didn't prevent him from understanding what Cai Lan meant.

Enjoy the most appropriate thing at the most appropriate time.

The strongest tobacco, or the finest liquor... or even just a piece of French toast, although he will still lament the ruthlessness of time when he gets old, at least the "deliciousness" of these things still exists in his memory, and it is still the most beautiful part.

To exaggerate a bit, wasn't his "romantic" life also a kind of enjoyment?

He was still enjoying it.

I grew to like it more and more.

Following this feeling, when he got home after get off work that evening, he didn't go back to the fried noodles shop where the noodles had been very salty the day before, but instead went into the teahouse again.

The first time I ate with Brother Bie, he looked at the menu and became very curious about one of the dishes.

But when I came to eat there again the second time, I didn't order anything.

The reason is... firstly, it's a bit expensive. Although he could definitely afford it, subconsciously he felt there was no need to "taste" it.

Secondly, he always felt strange coming to a teahouse alone. It was as if he didn't belong there.

But this time, he wanted to try it.

Just as Cai Lan said in his book.

Life is about eating well, having fun, and then dying.

So I guess I didn't live in vain.

So, Li Mu, who was sitting at a table with the waiter, said:

"Excuse me, one serving of Lion Head Goose Head, please. Just this one~"

Amid the waiter's surprised gaze, he ordered the cold dish priced at 398.

Then he asked:

"Is it a whole goose? If so, could you wrap half for me? I probably can't finish it... Just the goose head? Ah?... Okay, then bring it over directly... And a bowl of beef noodles, please."

398, just a goose head?

What does this goose head taste like?

I have to try it.

He thought to himself.

……

"Manager Wang, do you know the person who books plane tickets? I'd like to book a flight from Guangzhou to Yanjing for Saturday morning."

Less than two minutes after he sent the message to Wang Fan, Wang Fan called him back.

They asked Li Mu what time he wanted to book, what his travel needs were, and whether he needed to book a hotel, etc.

After the two finished their conversation and hung up the phone, the plate of goose heads, which cost 398 yuan per serving, was brought out.

Li Mu thought it was just a goose head, but it was displayed quite extensively.

A large plate, cut open from neck to head, neatly arranged.

As for what's special about it... aside from the fact that there seems to be more meat on the goose's head, it seems to be no different from the geese in his hometown.

He took a sip of tea, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite of the half-split goose head.

fine product.

Savor it slowly.

It seems... there's really no difference.

"..."

Li Mu's lips twitched.

I feel like I've been tricked.

This thing seems no different from the usual braised food, so why is it so expensive?

But as soon as this idea arose, another thought immediately entered my mind.

"At least, I know what it tastes like now."

Well, it was a worthwhile trip.