The backyard of the museum was full of joy, while the front yard, after a bustling morning, had quieted down.
The staff of the show and the assistants of the guests, naturally, did not have the privilege of being personally invited by Mr. Zhang for a meal. They had lunch boxes, which were ordered early from a nearby restaurant and delivered punctually.
After a busy morning, everyone finally had a chance to rest and didn't even have the energy to talk. They picked up their lunch boxes and found a place to eat and relax.
Jing Huai was the only guest who didn't go to the backyard with the others, so a lunch box was also prepared for him.
Jing Huai's assistant didn't have time to eat his own portion and first brought the lunch box to the small pavilion in the courtyard. "Brother Huai, please have some lunch first."
He placed the lunch box on the small stone table in the center of the pavilion.