"I HAVE a schedule planned for us this afternoon," Luo Yan said, picking up a piece of meat with his chopsticks. "And for tomorrow too."
They were seated at an outdoor terrace table at Bo Ri Village, the resort's main all-day restaurant. From where they sat, the valley spread out before them with the mountains rising in the distance. The terrace was quiet, with only a few other tables occupied. Bo Ri Village itself was built to blend into the landscape, its wooden beams and large windows creating the feel of a mountain lodge rather than a formal restaurant. It was the kind of place where one could sit for hours, enjoying the view.
The table in front of them had a mix of local and familiar dishes. There was a bowl of steaming Sichuan noodles. Beside it was a plate of well-seasoned grilled meats. Small dishes of pickled vegetables and cold greens, along with a basket of steamed buns, completed the spread.
"I hope you don't mind," Luo Yan added after chewing the meat.
