During the meal, Xuan Ming had already brought Xuan Ying back.
As soon as Xuan Ying arrived, he stood by the window, watching the spectacle, and clapped in appreciation whenever something exciting happened.
"Haven't seen a lion dance performance before, this little fool." Le Zhao shook his head with a light laugh.
As several people sat sipping tea, they heard a commotion downstairs.
"How could there be none?" someone shouted, "Shopkeeper Zhang, how can you say that our young master is a regular here, yet today, after finally inviting Miss Red Butterfly out to watch the lion dance, you claim there's no room on the second floor? What's the meaning of this?"
Only to hear Shopkeeper Zhang say with difficulty, "I'm really sorry, Tang Gongzi. The last private room was just given to some esteemed guests. I didn't know you were coming!"
"So, does that mean those people's meal hasn't been served yet?" the person shouted.
