Chapter 77

It was the busiest time of the morning at the inn. The Tingyu Pavilion was abuzz with activity, as guests staying on the second, third, and fourth floors rested in their rooms. On the ground floor, at the far east side, was the reception desk where guests checked in; behind it lay a private room for the staff to rest, shielded by an opaque, coarse linen curtain. On the oat-colored fabric were painted verdant bamboo leaves, rendered with such exquisite artistry that they seemed to sway in the wind. The symbolism was auspicious as well: bamboo, with its noble character and segments that grow ever upward, represented a spirit of constant progress. On the west side of the ground floor, wooden tables and chairs were arranged. During the first month of business, every guest received a complimentary platter of fruit and two afternoon tea sets. Any additional dishes had to be purchased; they were prepared by the kitchen staff and delivered by the inn’s waiters to the dining area or the guests’ rooms. At this moment, a few guests were chatting over melon seeds and pastries, passing the time.