Having finished speaking, they all entered the garden together.
As the row of ground lamps by the lotus pond were lit up, the garden, somewhat deserted at night, immediately livened up amidst the chirping and laughter of people.
The cooks and helpers of Daoxiang Garden, every single one of them, had stayed. Naturally, neither Meng Yuhuai nor Old Lady Meng planned to leave. Below the stoves, the fires blazed, sending up swirling hot air mixed with thick aromas that lingered without dispersing.
For the Mid-Autumn Festival, an array of mooncakes, Youzi, oranges, and various melons and fruits were indispensable. That afternoon, Hua Xiaomai sent a helper to buy two osmanthus ducks from the city, along with several jars of osmanthus wine, all arranged on the long table.
