He slept so poorly that his head was pounding, and his complexion also looked somewhat unwell. Annie, on the other hand, was extremely lively, unaffected by jet lag at all. Although she appeared innocent and demure on the surface, she still carried the passion characteristic of someone who grew up in the West. She skipped down the stairs, holding Samuel Johnson's hand, then ran into the dining room, grabbed a piece of braised pork with her hand, took a few bites, and went on to exclaim to Samuel how delicious and tender the meat was.
Mrs. Johnson was already sitting in the dining room, and when she saw her future daughter-in-law running over in such an unrefined manner, her face immediately darkened. She looked to Samuel, hoping he would say something to educate her, but Samuel just smiled at Annie and warmly sat down next to her.
