The hospitality in Little Bay Village has always been meticulous. If it happens to be the New Year, there must be eight cold dishes, eight hot dishes, plus four steamed bowls. But it's not a festive time now, not New Year nor any festival. It's still hot, and many things can't be stored, so everything has to be simplified.
Despite this, Li Aiying still carefully arranged a table of dishes with a mix of meat and vegetables, with both dishes and soup.
The dining table is a small low table set up under the hall, with the breeze from the corridor blowing through, making it pleasant to eat without feeling hot.
Tian Xin brought Lin Zhou to sit down with a small stool and went out to find Xiao Xu to come back for dinner.
Li Aiying was still busy in the kitchen, leaving Lin Zhou alone at the dining table.
Waiting idly felt a bit awkward, so he walked into the kitchen to see if there was anything he could help with.
