摘要：The client’s office buzzed with energy, but my mind wandered to the city’s hidden corners: the scent of stinky tofu wafting from a

Touchdown in Wenzhou greeted me with misty rain and a tang of salt in the air. My hotel overlooks the Oujiang River, its currents churning under a steel-gray sky—a fitting backdrop for today’s meetings.

The client’s office buzzed with energy, but my mind wandered to the city’s hidden corners: the scent of stinky tofu wafting from alley food carts, the intricate wood carvings of historic villages I’ve only seen in photos. Even in the chaos of spreadsheets and deadlines, Wenzhou whispers stories of merchants and mariners, of bridges spanning centuries.

By evening, the rain eased. I wandered to a night market, where vendors sold fish balls simmering in chili broth and shuangmian noodles tangled with shrimp. A grandmother pressed a warm ma’ni (sesame cake) into my hands, her smile breaking through the language barrier.

Tonight, I’ll rest with the river’s hum outside my window. Tomorrow, back to the grind—but for now, Wenzhou feels like a secret I’ve only just begun to uncover.

P.S. The hotel’s black sesame dumplings are worth every calorie.

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