Du Jiang's home was bustling with excitement. The light drizzle falling from the sky did nothing to dampen anyone's enthusiasm.
Du Heng led the two of them into the courtyard, only then noticing that Du Jiang had erected two large tents over it.
Several chefs in tall white hats stood by a stove built from packed earth, skillfully stir-frying dishes in their woks. Friends and relatives sat at tables arranged in the yard, feasting heartily.
"Damn, I thought you weren't coming!" Du Jiang, busy greeting his guests, spotted Du Heng leading two people in and approached with a cigarette. "Hello, Dr. Wu, have a smoke."
Wu Buwei smiled and declined. "I don't smoke, thank you."
Du Jiang then offered the cigarette to Ma Zichen, who also declined with a smile.
Du Heng laughingly intercepted Du Jiang's hand. "Don't bother, they don't smoke. By the way, you don't mind that I brought them, do you?"
