Once everyone in the banquet hall was seated, the clamor gradually subsided, leaving only the soft crackling of candlelight.
Lin Shuhua raised her eyes and briefly assessed the situation in the hall. When she saw that everyone was seated, she rose gracefully to her feet. Silently, she exited the banquet hall and headed for the rear kitchen to check on the preparations for the evening meal. Her every move was a picture of propriety and meticulous care.
It was only a moment before she returned, walking briskly. She moved with a light grace through the rows of tables, weaving around the bustling servants, and went straight to where Lin Weiyuan and his wife sat at the head of the hall. Bowing slightly, she lowered her voice and said, "Father, the kitchen has all the dishes ready. Shall we begin the banquet now?"
