"Ding!"
With Lin Fan's press of the silver bell, the closed vermilion gates swung open once again.
Following that, the women who had previously greeted guests at the door surprisingly came forward holding various musical instruments, one after another they jumped onto the center of the tables. With their bare feet, they resembled fairies, and as the instruments began to play, they too danced along with the music. Their gauzy dresses fluttered, skirts billowing, each graceful beauty swaying their serpent-like waists, freely dancing in the middle of the tables.
"I've never seen a dining table used as a stage before."
Lin Fan then understood why nothing had been placed in the huge dining table's center—it was all prepared for these dancers.
"Since ancient times, haven't women always been just a dish on a man's table, required to be capable in the hall and the kitchen, able to look after children and perform in bed?"
