After the banquet, it was time for a small dance party. While they had been eating, the servants had already removed the furniture such as sofas from the living room, turning it into a small dance floor; in fact, the Fu Family's living room was not small, it was as large as half a soccer field, so the dozen or so of them dancing was more than enough.
The old-fashioned gramophone with its trumpet-shaped speaker turned slowly, and soothing, melodious music flowed gently forth.
Having just eaten her fill, Fu Han wasn't particularly interested in dancing. She walked to a corner of the living room, where near a floor-to-ceiling window there was a hanging chair. She took off her shoes, covered her legs with a blanket, and gazed out the window.
The Christmas decorations had all been made by hand by Fu Han and the others, and the garden had not been left out.
