"Come and sit down."
Faced with Hu Ma's request, the old shopkeeper remained silent.
Even though his expression changed drastically, he quickly concealed it.
The mustached steward, on the other hand, was visibly surprised.
He glanced at the old shopkeeper and instinctively wanted to turn around to look inside the room, but he didn’t actually do so.
In the end, he simply chuckled wryly, exchanged a look with the other steward who had come with him, and said nothing more.
He neither agreed nor disagreed, nor did he continue the topic.
Instead, he nodded at Hu Ma, signaling him to come and sit at his table.
That was the seat of honor.
According to banquet etiquette, only the old shopkeeper, the four Red Incense disciples, and the two stewards could sit at that table.
If there were other tables, others would sit accordingly.
If not, the rest would have to stand and serve by the side.
The Eight Immortals table could seat eight people, and there was still one seat left.
By calling Hu Ma over, the table was now full, but Hu Ma was undoubtedly sitting in the lowest seat.
However, since Hu Ma was the steward of the estate, his sitting there meant he was now in a position of honor.