"What do you think of this? 'Plum blossoms herald the coming of spring; melting snow marks the end of winter's chill.' Think it could place in the competition at Ming's Restaurant?"
"Mrs. Ming already said the theme is summer. What does any of that have to do with summer? Hahaha, you must have misread the announcement."
"How about my line? 'Midsummer night, the low drone of cicadas…'"
Jiang Yuchuan tilted his head and stepped forward to ask, "Is Ming's Restaurant holding another event?"
His sudden arrival silenced the several clerks who had been happily discussing just a moment ago.
Then someone snapped out of it and replied, "Lord Jiang, an attendant from Ming's Restaurant was outside handing out announcements for the event today. We only found out when we went out for lunch. Would you like to see?"
