The night was like ink, West Street deserted and eerily quiet.
Beneath the sign of the Renxin Medical Hall, the lanterns shone exceptionally bright, casting a faint red glow on the skeletal plum tree at the front.
The courtyard was abuzz with voices.
Today was New Year's Eve, and since the passing of Old Master Du, the family had ceased to have relatives come by. Thinking about how Lu Tong and Miss Yinzhen would be spending the New Year alone and abroad was too dismal, so Du Changqing took it upon himself to move the New Year's Eve dinner to the Medical Hall. Also considering Miao Liangfang was now alone without family or close friends, Ah Cheng was instructed to invite him as well.
The usually quiet backyard of the Medical Hall was bustling with rare festivity tonight.
Miss Yinzhen emerged from the kitchen with the last dish, steamed bass, heading towards the table around which everyone was gathered: "Make way, be careful, it's hot—"
