In the summer time, the sky had not yet darkened, and there wasn't a single patron inside the small inn's main hall, but upstairs in the private room, a lamp was lit early, casting a warm yellow star of light.
The table was already set with dishes, but just four or five plates and bowls, and also a pot of warm wine. The ingredients used were nothing overly precious, common in both the market and in the wild, it's just that thanks to the exquisite plating and appealing colors, they looked particularly unique.
Lady Yang, the wife of Magistrate Tao, was a woman around thirty, with a sweet and round peach-like face that made her seem a few years younger than her age, and a figure slightly plump, dressed tastefully and appropriately.
