Whenever Shen Qiqi introduced a new product, he would gently encourage her, "Qiqi, you did a great job!" This voice was low and magnetic, like a warm breeze blowing through Shen Qiqi's heart, making her feel unprecedented peace of mind.

Shen Qiqi's eyes met Lu Qing's, her eyes full of gratitude.

She smiled gently, and the warmth in her heart seemed to penetrate everything.

The surrounding villagers saw the interaction between the couple and showed envy on their faces.

Some aunties even whispered: "These two are really a match made in heaven!"

Instead of continuing to persuade the villagers as usual, Shen Qiqi suddenly announced: "Look everyone, these are the results of cultural integration, but just seeing is not enough, the real experience is the most important! I hope everyone can try it for themselves and participate in the practice of cultural integration!"

When these words were spoken, the villagers were surprised and talked about it for a while.

Some people whispered, "This...this will work?" Others had doubts on their faces, "Is it really okay?" Uncle Zhang and Mrs. Lu were even more stunned. They had never expected Shen Qiqi to come up with this trick. They were at a loss for a moment and looked at each other.

Shen Qiqi smiled and glanced at the crowd, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, Village Chief Sun couldn't help but step forward and said excitedly, "Qiqi, this is a really good idea. Let me take the lead!" His words broke the silence and caused a commotion among the villagers.

Shen Qiqi nodded and looked at everyone with a firm gaze: "Okay, let's do it together and see what surprises we will get!" As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Qing held her hand tightly and squeezed it hard, as if to tell her: "I will always support you."

The villagers began to gather around hesitantly, ready to join in.

Shen Qiqi's heart was filled with anticipation. At this moment, Grandpa Zhang seemed to have finally become interested and said, "Humph, I'd like to see what this cultural integration is all about..." When the villagers heard this, their curiosity was instantly ignited. They rolled up their sleeves and joined the carnival of this "cultural transformation."

Some people tried to incorporate yangko movements into disco dance steps. The scene was a perfect collision of "earthy" and fashion, making people laugh so hard that their stomachs hurt.

Some people picked up paintbrushes and drew modern patterns on traditional fabrics. The colors were simply the best in the "contrast color" world and were extremely attractive.

What’s even more amazing is that everyone also played with “food mix and match”.

Some people combine Western sandwiches with Chinese roujiamo. When you take a bite, the taste is a combination of Chinese and Western, which is wonderful.

Some people mix traditional pastries with cream and fruit. The appearance is simply the "ultimate" in the dessert world, making people want to eat more bites.

Old Mrs. Lu also joined in this "cultural hodgepodge". She held a modified version of the cheongsam in her hand, tried it on her body, and muttered, "This material is quite comfortable!" Uncle Zhang put on a straw hat that combined elements of Western cowboy hats. Although he said, "Huh, this thing is quite cool to wear," the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly.

Everyone had a great time, with laughter and cheers coming one after another, and the whole square was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Even those villagers who were skeptical at first were gradually infected by the lively atmosphere and joined the carnival of "cultural integration".

Shen Qiqi looked at the scene in front of her, her heart blossoming with joy, as if she had eaten honey.

She knew that the path of cultural integration she had been pursuing had begun to bear fruit.

She turned to look at Lu Qing, and they smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.

She could feel the pride and love in Lu Qing's eyes, which made her heart warmer.

At this time, Li, the foreign cultural communicator in the corner, had a gloomy look in his eyes.

He looked at the lively scene in front of him, his face ashen, as if he was unhappy that someone had stolen the limelight.

He clenched his fists tightly, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he was thinking about something in his mind.

He secretly vowed that he would never let Shen Qiqi's plan succeed.

Just then, a villager suddenly ran over and said in panic: "Qiqi, I seemed to see..."