Saying it's a meeting is an understatement; it's more like having tea and chatting.
No particular order for seating, no clear topics at hand, and no need for record-keeping—just casual conversation as it flows.
Han Yu once again took on the role of waiter, first pouring tea, then serving up leftover sunflower seeds, peanuts from the New Year, and wedding candy fetched from his eldest martial brother's place yesterday.
Scholar Yu grabbed him by the arm, laughing, "Salted Fish, stop buzzing around and sit down."
Xu Sanye popped a peanut into his mouth, teasing, "With all this food, it feels like a farewell tea party for Director Zhang. But since he's only moving up without actually leaving, there's no sending him off."
Han Yu, puzzled, asked, "Director Zhang, aren't you supposed to be returning to Binjiang as a deputy director?"
"Who said I was going back to Binjiang?"
