Logically speaking, as the groom, I shouldn't cook by myself today.

But Zhou Ziwen didn't care about these things. He planned to show off his cooking skills to his fellow villagers and let them enjoy their meal happily.

With his cooking skills comparable to those of a famous chef, the dishes he cooks are guaranteed to make the villagers linger and swallow their tongues.

Whenever I think of delicious food in the future, I can’t help but recall today’s banquet.

He wants his fellow villagers to remember him for the rest of their lives.

While Zhou Ziwen was busy, the aunts and grandmas in the village also came to help.

Aunt Chen helped them paste wedding characters in the house.

Aunt Li helped them greet the guests.

Wu Dagang also came early and arranged for the villagers to move their own tables and benches over for use.

The children in the village also knew that there was delicious food, and they were all very happy.

The villagers did not come to eat empty-handed. In addition to contributing their own vegetables, fruits, grains and specialties, they also brought an extra gift.

Some gave a bag of candy, some gave melon seeds and peanuts, and some just gave money.

Some get one or two cents, some get thirty or five cents. For some leading cadres in the village, they have to start with one yuan.

Zhu Youde helped record all these gifts. As the village accountant, this was his specialty.

However, only Zhou Ziwen had the face to let Zhu Youde take the initiative to be the accountant.

Generally speaking, leading cadres like Wu Dagang and Zhu Youde are usually the last to arrive.

But this time, they came early.

From this we can see how popular Zhou Ziwen is in the village.

Not long after, Zhou Chaoyang and Shen Zhaodi returned from the county town with their shopping.

Now that they have wedding candy, the children are very happy.

Zhou Ziwen's wedding was like a festival in the village, and almost everyone in Dabazi Village who could come came.

These are two big wild boars, only a fool would not come!

Because there were so many people coming, we simply didn't put the tables and benches inside the house, but placed them all outside.

Some places were uneven, and some villagers even filled them up on the spot.

At the gate of Zhou Ziwen's yard, several large iron pots were burning.

Waves of tempting fragrance wafted out.

Just smelling the fragrance makes people swallow their saliva.

These large iron pots include those from Shen Zhaodi and Zhou Chaoyang's homes, and some borrowed from villagers' homes.

In several pots, some are steaming buns, some are stewing meat, and some are making braising. In short, no one is idle.

Zhou Ziwen was also very busy.

Fortunately, there were aunts and grandmas helping to cut the vegetables, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to handle it all by himself.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the morning. At Wu Dagang's urging, Zhou Ziwen stopped what he was doing, tidied his clothes, put on a big red flower, and went to the next yard to pick up his new bride.

Getting married in this era is very simple. All complicated procedures are omitted. There is no one blocking the door to ask for red envelopes, no need to look for shoes, and no need to swear to be a good man who follows the three obediences and four virtues.

The only procedure is to recite a quote from a leader.

Zhou Ziwen recited a passage in a solemn and serious tone, and his sister-in-law Chen Shiying opened the door and let him in.

After entering the house, Zhou Ziwen saw Chen Qiaoyi wearing new clothes and obviously dressed up carefully.

When she saw Zhou Ziwen, Chen Qiaoyi smiled brightly.

"Come on, wife, come home with me."

Zhou Ziwen strode forward, took his new bride's hand, and amid the laughter of the crowd, he put her on his back and carried her back home like Zhu Bajie carrying his wife.

Chen Qiaoyi hugged Zhou Ziwen's neck tightly, as if only this could prove that all this was not a dream.

Carrying his new wife back to the bedroom, Zhou Ziwen gently put her down.

Next, under the chairmanship of Wu Dagang, Zhou Ziwen and Chen Qiaoyi took the oath in front of the leader's portrait.

"I, Zhou Ziwen, voluntarily marry Comrade Chen Qiaoyi..."

"I, Chen Qiaoyi, voluntarily marry Comrade Zhou Ziwen..."

When taking the oath, Zhou Ziwen and Chen Qiaoyi looked at each other affectionately, as if they wanted to engrave each other's figures in their hearts.

At this moment, Chen Qiaoyi is more beautiful than flowers, like a rose in bud about to bloom.

Seeing this, Zhou Ziwen's fingers moved so much that he wanted to hug her in his arms and love her dearly.

Soon, after the oath was taken, Zhou Ziwen and Chen Qiaoyi's wedding was completed.

Next, Zhou Ziwen was busy cooking again, and Chen Qiaoyi was not idle either, so she came out to help.

In this day and age, getting married is not that particular.

Some families even simply invite a few relatives and friends for a meal and call it a day.

As lunch time approached, Zhou Ziwen started cooking.

In the big iron pot, a whole pot of delicious dishes was churning in Zhou Ziwen's hands, emitting an enticing aroma. The aunties and grandmas who were waiting for the dishes to come out of the pot couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

"Zhou Zhiqing, how did you learn your cooking skills? I'm afraid even the chefs in those restaurants don't have your skills?" an aunt asked curiously.

"Yes, your cooking skills are definitely that of a master chef. My son is getting married someday, can you come over and prepare a banquet?"

"Yes, my niece is getting married in a few days. Is Zhou Zhiqing free that day?"

Once someone took the lead, the aunties and grandmas immediately started inviting people in.

During the winter, there are many happy events in the village. After all, this is the only time of the year when people have the most free time.

Now, after seeing Zhou Ziwen’s cooking skills, everyone wants to invite him to be the chef.

"Okay, okay, I'll go as long as I'm free." Zhou Ziwen didn't refuse and nodded in agreement on the spot.

Although he doesn't like cooking very much, it's hard for him to refuse something that comes to him.

We are all from the same hometown, so it’s no big deal to help each other.

For Zhou Ziwen, cooking is not a big deal, he will help out if he can.

It’s true that in this day and age, chefs with good skills are still quite popular and are welcomed wherever they go.

Seeing Zhou Ziwen nod, the aunties and grandmas smiled even brighter.

"The food is served!"

"Move aside, Wang Ermaizi, I'm talking to you, don't block it."

"Li Laosan, take the dishes."

After a busy day, the food was finally served.

Zhou Ziwen spent a lot of money on this meal.

Most of the people in the village came, young and old, and there were more than a hundred tables together.

This scene is unique in Dabazi Village.

"Fellow villagers, educated youth, uncles, aunts, aunts, brothers and sisters, today is the day that Comrade Chen Qiaoyi and I get married."

"Everyone is welcome to come and support us. Without further ado, everyone, enjoy your food and drinks."

…

Seeing that everyone was staring at the food on the table and almost drooling, Zhou Ziwen didn't say much and spoke a few words using the loudspeaker that Wu Dagang used for the meeting.

Originally, he wanted to let several village leaders say a few words, but the team leader and Wu Dagang waved their hands and were unwilling to come up and speak.

"good."

"I wish Zhou Zhiqing and Comrade Xiao Chen a happy marriage, a son soon, and a big fat boy next year."

"It's not enough to just hold one, you have to hold at least two."

"Based on my years of experience, it's no problem for Xiao Chen to have three children."

"Not enough, not enough. I'll give you the number. Give me eight." (End of this chapter)