The Picturesque Jiangnan Teahouse sat nestled in the heart of New York City's cultural district, its traditional architecture a stark contrast to the modern skyscrapers surrounding it. I pushed through the ornate wooden doors, immediately struck by the subtle fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood that permeated the air.
"Mr. Hayes?" A young hostess in a elegant qipao approached me with a respectful bow. "Miss Chloe is expecting you in the private courtyard."
She led me through a maze of intimate dining rooms where wealthy patrons conducted business over delicate porcelain teacups. The sound of traditional guqin music drifted softly through the corridors, creating an atmosphere of refined tranquility.
