The home didn't have enough tables and chairs, so we borrowed some from Grandpa Lu's house for use.
Bodyguards, assistants, a private doctor, and a driver sent by Director Zhou sat at one table; the men of the family sat at another; Lu Qingqing, her mother, her grandmother, her sister-in-law, and her sixth grandmother sat at another table, to spare Qingqing from feeling uncomfortable with the smell of alcohol.
Zhao Xinxin warmed up a bottle of juice and a bottle of coconut milk; their table only had over twenty hot dishes and Lu Qingqing's favorite spicy duck heads.
The twelfth lunar month is cold, and they don't drink alcohol, so nobody cared for cold dishes.
Lu Yang rushed back before the meal started, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "Qingqing, you sure know how to keep me busy. I've driven all over town, and not a single shop had any large hibiscus fruit; they all said it doesn't sell well."
