The beating of drums erupted from outside the private booth.
The bright lights were like a sea of oranges.
Lu Gang closed the window, and the room instantly became a quiet haven.
The little Shen Dragon flitted back and forth, flashing past everyone's eyes.
"How did it get smaller?"
Xiang Changsong looked around.
To be honest,
the booth was exquisite, with all the fruits peeled and ready, but it wasn't as big as those in Pingyang Prefecture.
"Times change," Xu Zishuai said as he carved the watermelon into the shapes of birds and beasts, stuffed a phoenix head into his mouth, and then cut another slice to feed to the Third Prince. "How can Pingyang Prefecture compare to the Imperial Capital? Every inch of land here is worth its weight in gold.
Without a Grandmaster sitting in, it's good that we even got a booth for ten. If master were here, we might be able to move up to the fourth floor. Hmm, this watermelon isn't bad; Junior Brother Xiang, try some."
