After a busy day, as the sun finally sunk into the North Sea and the last streak of orange light faded from the sky.
At the end of an old alley in Du You East City, in a small tavern named Summer Insect Pavilion, a group of men and women finally began their meal.
Zhao Rong, Lingfei, and six others gathered around the table.
In the hall, perhaps to save some oil, only half of the lights were lit, barely illuminating the dining table and the people around it.
A middle-aged woman named Bingbing, holding a candle, returned from the kitchen. She greeted Lingfei with a gracious smile and asked if anything was missing from Zhao Rong and the others' table.
Bingbing mentioned that she often forgot things due to her poor memory, and most of the tavern's affairs were managed by Zhao.
Saying this, the elegantly-mannered woman self-deprecatingly sighed, "I am just useless, always so forgetful. Please don't mind me."
