"Sir, where to?"

Ye Jiman first tossed the bag in his hand onto the motorcycle, then jumped on himself as well.

"Ye Family Village".

"That Ye Family Village?" the motorcycle driver asked.

"Let's go to the furthest one first."

ah?

The motorcycle driver was just as stunned as the restaurant waiter was.

I seriously doubt that such a thing even exists.

"Sir, are you looking to charter a car?"

When it comes to making money, you must ask clearly to avoid disputes later.

Although this gentleman doesn't seem like that kind of person, who knows?

Ye Ji nodded: "It's booked. There's no need to bring any more guests, and you don't need to worry about the money."

Well, this is a big fat sheep, even the motorcycle driver figured it out.

"Sir, please be seated. We're about to depart."

......

Ye Jiman arrived on his motorcycle with a rumble, while the entire Ye family was still in Gaojia Village.

They had already finished brunch and the bride was saying goodbye to her parents before leaving with the groom.

Aunt Liang cried again. How could she bear to see her daughter, whom she had raised with such difficulty, become someone else's?

The bride was also crying uncontrollably, and it took people around her to comfort her.

"Stop crying. It's a joyous day, we should be smiling. Crying will ruin your makeup."

Afterwards, the bride was carried by the groom to the wedding car, and soon the car drove away and disappeared from sight.

Seeing this scene, many people couldn't help but get teary-eyed and sigh with emotion, especially those who raised daughters.

"Sigh, it's definitely better to raise a son. He'll be brought into the family. But if you raise a daughter, she'll belong to someone else."

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Everyone's busy raising sons, who's going to raise daughters? If you don't raise daughters, will your sons be bachelors forever?"

That makes some sense.

"How about we go back?" Ye Wanying whispered to Gao Dan.

"good."

"real?"

Gao Dan rubbed his wife's hand: "Just say hello to Aunt Liang, Grandpa must be tired too."

"Alright then."

Ye Wanying began searching for her beloved son, and finally found him near the stove. The little guy was holding a pickled chicken foot in one hand and gnawing on it, which made Ye Wanying frown.

If I keep eating like this, I'll really grow into a chubby little boy, won't I?

The thought of my son's adorable face turning into a round plate... Ugh, no way, I can't accept that.

"Son, let's go, stop eating."

The little one was happily eating the chicken feet that the uncle had given him when he heard his mother's voice. He stood up from underneath.

"Mommy~"

Ye Wanying rubbed her temples: "Let's go home, hurry up."

Get out of here right now, and stop eating.

It's best for my son to stay this way.

The little guy couldn't bear to part with the chicken feet in his hand; they were so delicious, it would be such a waste to throw them away.

He continued munching as he walked.

Oh well, there's nothing I can do.

When Aunt Liang learned that everyone was leaving, she quickly brought out a bag of wedding candy, melon seeds, and peanuts from the room, and then asked her eldest sister to go to the kitchen to pack the remaining half of the chicken.

"You're all going back so early, there's no way to keep you here. Take these with you and eat them."

Ye Wanying felt embarrassed. How could she take a few things back home after eating at someone's house?

"Aunt Liang, this... I'm so sorry."

"Yingying, don't be shy with your aunt, take it, and don't let anyone see it."

Otherwise, it will definitely attract gossip.

Ye Wanying naturally understood this as well.

In the end, I had no choice but to accept these things with embarrassment, otherwise Aunt Liang would clearly not let me leave.