On the day of the birthday celebration, the Jiang Family got up early.
Jiang Li began decorating the banquet site at four in the morning.
Jiang Cheng felt sorry for her having to get up so early and helped her with the arrangements.
As for Jiang Yan, he had come back late last night and had been fast asleep ever since, oblivious to the noise in the backyard.
By dawn, the tables and chairs in the backyard had already been set up.
Each table and chair set was in the new Chinese style, adorned with gold-rimmed tableware, refined and elegant.
The servants were arranging freshly arrived flowers on the tables while quietly murmuring amongst themselves.
"Usually, we put up two or three tables at the hotel, but this year, the young miss set up twelve tables in the backyard. Can we really expect that many guests?"
"Indeed, those tables and chairs look expensive."
