The elite among those in the wealthy circles cannot be said to be all feudal and superstitious, but there are also those who are not without such beliefs.
And the old patriarch was one of them.
The three words "auspicious year" indeed sound quite pleasant to the ear.
Whoever hears them would feel their mood lighten,
"We must have dumplings for the evening meal."
"Let Old Zhang arrange it," the two elders sat together, their words betraying a sense of heartiness.
"The two children are getting engaged at the end of the year, will Song Rong come?"
As they spoke, the butler came out with a tea stove, followed by a servant carrying a chessboard.
It appeared the two men were gearing up for a game of chess.
The old patriarch picked up the birdcage, instructing the servant to place everything on the stone table.
He responded leisurely, "I'll have to ask."
"We must be prepared in advance to avoid any discourtesy," this statement was laden with deeper meaning.
