Meng Xinian felt that going from house to house delivering pastries wasn't his style, and besides, giving a box to each house would be too costly. He wondered how to get these pastries tasted by the most people, so he dragged Old Meng into his scheme.
Old Meng slapped his thigh and immediately came up with a great idea.
"Let's put on a grand opera!"
"What grand opera?" Meng Xinian couldn't keep up with the old man's train of thought.
Old Meng waved his hand and explained, "You don't understand. Old Wang's sworn brother has a big house over in Ziyu Alley. Every month, he invites some opera enthusiasts and aficionados to his estate for a few gatherings where they sing operas and chat. When they get tired of singing, they need to eat something, and sometimes they have a chef from a restaurant prepare the food and deliver it."
Meng Xinian instantly understood and said immediately, "So we'll send these pastries over for them to eat?"
