Zhao Luochuan reached out to help him open the curtain. Yang Anjin was sitting upright inside. Zhao Fangyu became even more nervous because of the crowd's booing. He didn't know where to put his hands when he bent down. After a long time of trying, he finally put one hand through Yang Anjin's knee and put the other hand around his waist.

His movements were clumsy, and he had all the strength but didn't know where to put it, so he could only tighten his hands on her slender waist.

Yang Anjin was too embarrassed to hug his neck and could only hold his hands awkwardly in front of his chest. He felt the hands on his waist getting tighter and tighter, and he couldn't help but let out a low cry of pain.

The noise around him was too loud, and no one could hear it except Zhao Fangyu. He quickly loosened his grip and raised his hand to change to a more comfortable position for his newlywed husband.

After stepping over the fire basin and the threshold, the two newlyweds kowtowed several times to Zhu Cuilan and Zhao He who were sitting in the main seats, and today's busy etiquette was only half over.

Unlike the last time when Zhu Cuilan had red eyes, this time she was cheerful from beginning to end, with her eyes narrowed into slits, which matched her red dress and looked very festive indeed.

Zhao Fangyu placed Yang Anjin in the bridal chamber. The big red wedding bed was covered with dried fruits. Yang Anjin could sense that there was someone else in the room, so he didn't dare to relax for a moment and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Outside the door were many young and energetic men who wanted to make trouble in the bridal chamber. Although Zhao Luochuan also wanted to come up with a bad idea to teach Zhao Fangyu, the groom, he was afraid that the young men would not be careful enough and cause trouble on the first day of the wedding if they went too far. So he gave up the idea and guarded the door of the bridal chamber diligently.

"Ahem." Zhao Fangyu rubbed his hands and coughed lightly. He was not good at talking to begin with, and now he was at a loss for words. He remembered that Zhao Luochuan said he felt sorry for Yang Donghu because he didn't have time to eat on his wedding day. He figured Yang Anjin was the same. He took the snacks on the table and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Yang Anjin was sometimes happy and sometimes sad, his emotions fluctuated greatly. He was already very hungry, so he nodded slightly.

Zhao Fangyu placed the snack beside the bed where Yang Anjin could reach it, and poured a glass of water beside it. "Eat this first to cushion your appetite. Fang Chu will come in and bring you food later. What do you want to eat? I'll ask my mother to make you a bowl of it."

"Anything is fine."

Zhao Fangyu nodded, then thought about how her husband couldn't see her, so she said, "Okay, I'll go out first. Wait, I'll be back soon."

There were too many people outside, and Zhao Luochuan couldn't resist them alone. Zhao Fangyu reminded him not to forget to eat snacks before going out.

After a moment of silence, Yang Anjin made sure that no one was in the room before he quietly bent his back. These wedding etiquettes were quite torturous.

The bedding where he sat down felt very good, but Yang Anjin couldn't look directly at the big bed now, as he always felt embarrassed. He didn't eat the snacks, but took a few sips from the glass of water.

On this day, Zhao Fangchu was no less busy than the aunt who came to help from outside. He was once again the food delivery boy, and this time he delivered dumplings.

Zhu Cuilan had her own selfish motives. It was nice to use the venison to entertain the guests, but there would definitely be some leftovers from such a big deer. When Zhao Luochuan was cutting up the meat, she asked him to leave some tender meat and a leg for her family so that they could taste it together after the meal was done.

Venison is precious, and it is not easy to eat it at a banquet. The aunts shared the chicken and pork, and no one took the initiative to take the venison.

The food on the table was too greasy. Yang Donghu was pregnant and was afraid that eating too much would cause trouble in conceiving, so he did not go to the table to eat and hid in the kitchen to talk to the aunts.

Zhu Cuilan chopped the tender meat into stuffing and made dumplings, and served a small bowl to Yang Donghu. He said that eating too much venison would cause internal heat, so he should eat a few to satisfy his craving. If he really wanted to eat more, Zhao Luochuan said that he could keep the deer he hunted after the child was born to enjoy as much as he wanted.

The door opened so loudly that Yang Anjin suddenly sat up straight again. Zhao Fangchu came in with dumplings. He spoke first to let Yang Anjin know who he was and told him not to be afraid.

"It's me, it's me. I'm here to bring you dumplings."

He had experience in doing this. The bowl of dumplings was too hot, so he scooped them up one by one with a spoon, let them cool down, and then fed them to Yang Anjin's mouth.

"Why don't I do it myself?"

"You can't see because of the veil. I'll feed you so that the soup won't spill on your clothes. It's not tiring. Come on, open your mouth, ah."

The venison was delicious, a taste unlike anything he had ever tasted before. Yang Anjin had been hungry for so long, and the aroma of the dumplings was even more appealing. He chewed and swallowed one, "Fang Chu, you should have some too. This is delicious."

Zhao Fangchu blew gently on the dumpling wrapper and said with a smile: "No need, my mother saved some for me. This bowl is all yours. You've been hungry all day, and you'll feel better after eating it."

Upon hearing this, Yang Anjin was no longer polite. He was really hungry. After he quickly finished a bowl of dumplings, he felt some strength restored.

There were many people helping outside and he was not needed, so Zhao Fangchu simply sat down and talked to Yang Anjin. The two had known each other for a long time and did not feel unfamiliar even though they were separated by a veil. They talked back and forth smoothly.

The men at the table would get drunk with whoever they caught, but Zhao Luochuan was different. He would fight to the death with Zhao Fangyu just to avenge the last time he forced him to drink.

Zhao Fangyu was cautious and didn't want to be as reckless as last time, drinking all the time. How could he get drunk on the first day of marriage without considering his husband's feelings? So he tried to avoid it if he could, and if he couldn't avoid it, he would cheat secretly to avoid being discovered by outsiders.

Everyone drank to their heart's content, just like last time. It was difficult for them to walk home by themselves, so they were picked up by their families.

Zhao Fangyu didn't drink much and was still sober. He couldn't wait to leave the drunk people and go back to his room.

Zhao Fangchu had already left the room. Yang Anjin was sitting on the edge of the bed with nothing to do. He had gotten up too early in the morning and was so sleepy that he kept dozing off. When he was startled by the sound of the door opening, he could still smell the scent of alcohol. Perhaps because he was too excited, Yang Anjin didn't think the smell was bad.

Zhao Fangyu picked up the weighing rod and carefully lifted the red veil. He always felt that Yang Anjin was more beautiful than all the girls and boys he had ever seen. After putting on red lipstick, she looked like a fairy from the sky in a picture book, making people unable to take their eyes off her.

"You're so beautiful."

His eyes were open and eager. It was the first time Yang Anjin saw him with such eyes. Thinking of Meng Lang in the booklet, he was a little afraid to look him in the eye.

The wedding wine was spicy when it entered his mouth, and Yang Anjin coughed twice because of the choking. The alcohol took effect quickly, but after a while he no longer found it unbearable for the two of them to be alone.

At least he had read the booklet and had some understanding of the matter, but no one mentioned it to Zhao Fangyu, so he was really in the dark and didn't know what to do.

"Why didn't you eat your snack? Did you eat just now?"

Yang Anjin bit his lip and nodded: "Dumplings sent by Fang Chu."

As he spoke, Zhao Fangyu sat down next to him, raised and lowered his hand several times before carefully putting his arm around his waist.

When the two of them came into contact, they both trembled all over. This was the nature of men. Under the influence of alcohol, Zhao Fangyu learned it naturally. He moved closer and closer to his husband and finally kissed the lips he had longed for. It was as sweet as he had imagined.