In the winter, everyone sat in the courtyard, enjoying the cold flowers and drinking hot tea, finding a unique charm in the activity.
Their family's feast had been famous in the Capital for many years.
Today, she merely sought to imitate and improve it a bit.
Sure enough, she received many compliments.
Gradually, everyone took their seats, and Old Sir Jiang reappeared.
He had changed into a dark red jacket, paired with an elderly skirt underneath, looking even more radiant.
However, what caught Jiang Li's attention more was the person closely following behind her grandfather.
The newcomer wore a brand-new Daoist robe, his hair and beard mostly white, and he was tall and thin, looking as if he might fall over with just a puff of wind.
His eyebrows were arched, long and thin, and a green jade hairpin was tucked into his Daoist hat.
Jiang Li narrowed her eyes.
He had finally shown up.
This was the rumored Daoist Xu Mei.
