If there were this many people in ancient times, not to mention the Xiongnu, any slave would be scared away.

"Okay, are you tired? Why don't you put me down?" Xia Yingying whispered in Chen Feng's ear.

"Not tired at all. Have you ever seen anyone tired from carrying their wife? I can carry her for another ten kilometers," Chen Feng said, lifting Xia Yingying up on his heels as he continued walking.

"Ding ding~ ding ding ding~ ding ding ding ding~" Xia Yingying leaned against Chen Feng's back and happily hummed a little tune.

"What's going on? Pigsy carrying his wife?" Chen Feng immediately laughed upon hearing the familiar melody.

"Hehe." Xia Yingying smiled mischievously.

Chen Feng simply carried him down to the city wall, attracting the attention of countless people.

"This job is good too. Not only do they pay, but I can also carry my sister on my back," a young man muttered to himself.

"If you like carrying your sister so much, then carry me instead," his girlfriend said with an unfriendly expression when she heard this.

“Uh… I’m talking about him, I’m talking about him.” The man looked at his 170-pound wife and shook his head repeatedly.

He's only 140 centimeters tall. If he carries that for a while, he'll probably break himself.

"No, you have to memorize it. Aren't you envious of others? If they have it, I'll make sure you have it too!"

His girlfriend jumped onto his back without saying a word, pinning him to the ground.

"Ouch, damn it, get up! I can't breathe!" the man said with difficulty.

“Don’t look at other women anymore, you hear me!” His girlfriend said, sitting on his butt and pulling his ear.

"Okay, okay, I heard you," the man quickly begged for mercy.

His girlfriend got up after hearing this, and the man immediately felt a great sense of relief.

"My God, this is what 170 pounds feels like? I really admire Monkey King. He was imprisoned under Five Finger Mountain for 500 years and he was completely unharmed." The man had learned his lesson this time and muttered to himself.

Chen Feng had already returned to the hotel, and the two of them were packing their things, preparing to board a plane home.

After so many days of travel, the date we set is almost here, and it's time to start preparing for the wedding.

The two of them didn't get home until evening. This time, Chen Feng told his family, and Liu Ping and the others prepared dinner and waited for them to come home.

"You're back! Come and eat, you must be starving," Liu Ping greeted them.

"Luckily, we ate some snacks on the way," Chen Feng replied, putting down his suitcase.

"I didn't ask you." Liu Ping glared at Chen Feng.

"Yingying, how are you? Are you starving?" Liu Ping's smile instantly brightened when she looked at Xia Yingying.

"It's alright, Auntie." Xia Yingying smiled slightly.

Chen Feng: "..."

It's started again. Sure enough, the only rare thing is the first two days after I come back. After two and a half days, the buff disappears completely.

"Let's eat first, there's no rush to pack up," Chen Jianguo said.

"Um."

The two people came to the dining table, picked up their chopsticks, and began to eat.

"Where's your medal? Let me see what it looks like?" Chen Jianguo asked curiously.

"It's in your suitcase, open it and look for it yourself," Chen Feng gestured.

Chen Jianguo opened his suitcase, and the small box was easy to recognize. Liu Ping's eyes were also full of curiosity.

Once the small box was opened, inside was the national honorary title, with the ribbon neatly folded on top.

"This is a medal awarded by the state. Wow, that's really great," Chen Jianguo said with envy in his eyes.

"It's all thanks to my son's success. If I relied on you, I wouldn't even see a box in my lifetime," Liu Ping snorted.

“If you’re so capable, why don’t you go and bring one back yourself?” Chen Jianguo retorted, not to be outdone.

"I can do anything, why would I need you? To keep me company?" Liu Ping lightly kicked Chen Jianguo, who was squatting on the ground looking at his medals.

“Didn’t you say you were afraid of the dark when you got married? You just wanted me to keep you company,” Chen Jianguo said, taking out his medal and putting it on.

"Get lost," Liu Ping said, rolling her eyes at him.

Chen Feng and Xia Yingying couldn't help but laugh as they ate after hearing what the two of them said.

These two talk like they're performing a comedy routine every day; they're used to it by now.

After finishing their meal, the two tidied up and went upstairs to sleep.

The next morning, Chen Feng went out to reserve a table and find people.

The village found someone to book the banquet, basically the same few chefs who were hired by the village. Chen Feng drove to his house and went inside.

Before he could speak, the chef inside greeted him.

"Fengzi, you're here."

"You're here. We're here to make a reservation for you," Chen Feng said as he walked in.

"What kind of banquet?" The chef wiped his hands and gestured for Chen Feng to come inside and explain.

"I'm getting married, and I'll book a 30-table banquet," Chen Feng said simply.

"You're getting married? Wow, time flies! It feels like just yesterday you were a child and you're already married. I still remember the banquets we had when you were little, haha." The chef said with a touch of nostalgia.

"Absolutely," Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Thirty tables for a continuous banquet, that's quite a lot. How many dishes do you need to prepare?" the chef asked.

"Twenty, it won't look good if it's less," Chen Feng said after thinking for a moment.

"Actually, sixteen is the fixed number, and it doesn't look good at all. You kid, among the seats around here, there's no one with twenty seats. You're the first one here," the chef said with a smile.

"It's fine, the more the merrier."

"Then the dishes. Take a look at the menu. This is what I wrote this morning. Is there anything wrong with it?" Chen Feng handed the paper menu to the chef.

The chef took the menu and became increasingly alarmed as he read it.

"No, Fengzi, how much does this meal cost? Abalone, lobster, sea cucumber, you name it?" The chef was dumbfounded.

Who has such rare items at their wedding banquet?

"No problem, just see if you can make it," Chen Feng said.

"Yes, almost." The chef thought for a moment and felt it was acceptable.

"Okay, then you can start preparing. Prepare more, it's okay if there are leftovers, but I'm afraid it won't be enough if there aren't enough."

"I'll give you a deposit of 20,000 yuan first, and then we'll settle the rest after the banquet," Chen Feng said, transferring 20,000 yuan to him.

"Alright, alright, it's alright, Fengzi, it's all fine." After the two of them finalized the date and agreed on the price per table, the chef saw Chen Feng off.

"I'll finally get to taste sea cucumber for the first time in my life, and it has to be Fengzi's feast, it's absolutely luxurious." The chef grabbed his car keys and prepared to place the order.

The meaning of a "flowing banquet" is that food is served whenever and wherever you want, and anyone can eat it throughout the day. Normal families almost never prepare such a meal, because frankly speaking, that would cost a lot of money.

"Dahai, how many Chinese fish do you have?" Chen Feng asked Lu Dahai.

"China, I estimate there are five or six?" Lu Dahai said, glancing back at the scene.

"That's not enough. I'll give you a chance to make money. Order me fifty cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes for my wedding." Chen Feng grinned.

"Hey, you're getting married? When's the date?" Lu Dahai immediately perked up and asked.

"It will be soon." Chen Feng told Lu Dahai the specific date.