Chen Miao and Fang Zheng sat in the office, drinking tea in silence.
After a long while, Fang Zheng seemed to find the atmosphere a little awkward, so he spoke up to ease the tension. "When are you getting married? I'll come to the wedding feast."
Chen Miao's face darkened.
"I was teaching my apprentice just now!"
"Ohhh-"
Fang Zheng lifted his teacup, looking thoughtful.
Chen Miao didn't want to discuss the subject any further. "Elder Fang, let's go take a look at where I make paper offerings."
"All right."
Fang Zheng stood up and followed Chen Miao outside.
As soon as they opened the door, they saw Kong Fang standing outside, wringing his hands.
"D-Director, I-"
Chen Miao waved a hand.
"Get back to work. Remember to knock next time you enter the office."
With that, he left with Fang Zheng.
Watching Chen Miao walk away, Kong Fang gave himself a light slap.
"That'll teach you to open doors without thinking!"
"That'll teach you to be rude!"
"That'll teach you to have no sense of boundaries!"
Chen Miao took Fang Zheng to the Funeral Home's newly expanded area.
Chen Miao had planned a small courtyard here. The enclosing walls were already up, and he had modeled the layout on Zhong Cai's old courtyard.
Originally, Chen Miao had had a few ideas of his own. After all, when building a house, who wouldn't want their dream home?
But after thinking it over, he had decided to copy someone else's work.
Of course, he wasn't copying the style of the house, but the courtyard's feng shui layout.
Later, Chen Miao planned to modify it into a courtyard spring breeze formation, following the layout of Zhong Cai's courtyard.
That would be much easier than figuring everything out himself.
For now, however, the