The Mid-Autumn Festival dinner was specially arranged by Madam Li near the Water Pavilion beside the Chuihua Gate, where everyone enjoyed their meal under the bright moon and lively laughter filled the air.
After the meal, Old Madam Yan gazed at the full moon in the sky and thought of Yan Wenxiu, who was alone at their old home, "I wonder if Wenxiu has had a proper meal by himself?"
Madam Li also missed her eldest son, and her smiling face slightly sobered.
Daohua laughed, "Grandmother, Mother, rest assured, with the Clan Leader and the elders there, my big brother won't go hungry."
Old Madam Yan smiled and nodded but couldn't help saying, "Even if the clan elders are there, it's still not as comfortable as being at one's own home."
Daohua chuckled, "Grandmother, it's only this year. Next year, big brother will be able to spend Mid-Autumn Festival with us."
