Every year, the Lantern Festival would be held in Jingdu's West Plaza. Guessing riddles, viewing lanterns, watching firework displays..., Jingdu would be more festive than it was even at New Year's.
Mu Feichi was taking Yun Xi and her father to a meal at a place that he had picked out. He didn't pick out a centuries-old, prestigious restaurant that would reflect his status nor did he choose a lavish high-end restaurant, but rather a traditional, private family restaurant in an alley.
Cars couldn't drive into the alley. When Yun Xi and Yun Yuanfeng walked toward the restaurant, the sound of playing children could be heard faintly from behind the walls in the quiet alley.
Yun Yuanfeng was a snob, so he had nothing but disdain for this old, remotely-located restaurant. On the way, he looked stern and stayed silent.