Haitang Court.
In the courtyard, the table was set with a sumptuous dinner prepared by Xu Lai, featuring eight dishes and one soup. The bright moon rose into the sky, casting a pure white glow that shimmered like scales upon the sea.
"We'll eat the mooncakes last." Seeing Xu Lai about to cut a mooncake, Ruan Tang quickly stopped him.
"Alright."
Xu Lai poured a full glass of wine for his wife and a glass of juice for Yiyi. "Let's toast, the three of us."
"Raising my cup, I invite the bright moon; facing my shadow, we become three."
Under the moonlight, Xu Yiyi blinked and said, "There are three of us right now, too."
"Yiyi, that poem is actually about just one person." Ruan Tang smiled. "Li Bai, frustrated in his official career and unable to realize his political ideals, wrote this poem in his loneliness and sorrow to remind himself to enjoy life's pleasures while he could."
"Mommy, I get it!"
"What do you get?" Xu Lai asked with a smile.
