Ren Feng took the invitation and glanced at it.
"So it's from the Sima Family. Didn't expect your young master would invite me over. I thought my reputation in Yanjing was that everyone wanted a piece of me."
"How could that be." The servant forced a smile.
"Alright, I'll accept."
"Very well, then we'll await your honored presence."
The man left, and Ren Feng also pushed open the door. Liou Rumei still hadn't come back.
He looked at the invitation again. It said it was a family banquet.
Ren Feng shook his head. People in Yanjing were interesting—whether there was something going on or not, they had to hold a banquet, just like those bloated bureaucratic institutions that have to hold a meeting no matter what.
He tossed the invitation aside. The time was tomorrow night; there was still a whole day.
Seeing that Rumei hadn't returned, Ren Feng started making dinner himself. His cooking wasn't bad either.
