Qiao Xiaomai had already prepared food for Yang Ye and placed it in her kitchen. The rooms in the old courtyard of the Tong family were not as comfortable as the new ones, so Yang's banquet was set up in Tong Sanlang's room.
"Wow, is this your new room with Tong Sanlang?!"
Yang Ye exaggeratedly exclaimed the moment he stepped through the door.
"It's akin to a slum!"
Following behind him, Qiao Xiaomai silently curled her lip at his comment, "My lord, today is a day of great joy for Sanlang and I, could you please mind your words?"
"Oh wow, you've even dropped the 'brother' from 'Brother Sanlang', just calling him 'Sanlang' gives me the goosebumps." Yang Ye dramatically rubbed his arm and took a seat in front of Tong Sanlang's desk.
Qiao Xiaomai glanced at the yard outside.
The tables were arranged and the guests had all been seated. The chef from the local diner, Jiwaiju, had instructed the young waiter to start serving dishes.