Twenty-four hours later in the real world.
In game time, it was the morning of the second day after the Li Family was wiped out.
The sunshine was pleasant enough. In a rare display of extravagance, Lin Feng ordered a feast. Cooks worked furiously nearby, while a steady stream of people delivered tea leaves, fortune cakes, and roasted meats.
Steaming pigs, chopping geese, portioning barbecued pork, putting up awnings—everyone was bustling.
An opera troupe sang and trilled, and open-air awnings had been erected outside the Heavenly Consort Goddess's temple. The Young Shrine Attendant and the artisans hired to work there were invited to eat.
He had also invited quite a few guests.
They sat off to one side, looking rather ill at ease.
They did not understand why anyone had invited them.
Lin Feng said he wanted some liveliness.
After taking a bite of a fortune cake and a sip of tea, the Young Shrine Attendant asked what he was doing. Lin Feng said he was enjoying life.
The dishes began arriving.
White-cut chicken.
Chicken braised with scallions.
Braised small yellow croaker.
Roast pork.
Roast goose.
Pig's blood.
White rice.
More than thirty tables were laden with food. The roast-meat shop workers and cooks nearby were grinning from ear to ear. The old Sour Confucian arrived, looking uncertain and suspicious, and Old Zhou was invited to sit down as well. Lin Feng did not join them at the tables. He waved for them to start eating and sat off to one side, serving tea first before opening the feast.
They glanced at the Young Shrine Attendant. He signaled that they could eat, that everything was fine, then went to find Lin Feng himself.
Lin Feng drawled lazily, "What, aren't you eating?"
Lin Feng had invited many people this time.