At about nine o'clock, Huo Jieyu came with the wedding party to pick up the bride.
The first door was blocked by aunts in their forties and fifties. Wang Shuning stood behind the door of the bridal chamber and listened. From being nervous at first to being unable to stay any longer, it took a total of half an hour before the groom finally broke into the door of the bridal chamber.
The bridal chamber was filled with shy but sensible little girls, who all locked their doors and kept silent.
Hearing the knock on the door, Wang Shuning looked at Wang Juan sitting on the bed, feeling a little helpless.
In desperation, she had to stand at the door and knock on it and shout, "Give me a red envelope, stuff it under the door, I won't open the door if you don't give me one."
A voice came from outside the door: "Open the door first."
"No, give me the red envelope first."
Several red paper packages were pushed in from the crack in the door. "Can we open the door now?"
Wang Shuning stretched out his hand and motioned for the children to pick up the red envelopes. "Not enough. There are six people inside."
There was a fierce knock on the door. Fortunately, the door of the bridal chamber was strong enough, otherwise it might have been pushed down.
After making sure everyone had a red envelope, Wang Shuning whispered to Wang Juan, "I opened it?"
Wang Juan smiled and nodded.
As the door opened, Wang Shuning immediately stepped back, and several adult men rushed in at once.
The sound of gongs and drums and suona began, and the bride was carried out of the house, with strings of firecrackers set off from the gate to outside the courtyard.
Wang's mother warned the man's relative who came to pick up the car: "Be careful when riding. This car is borrowed and was bought not long ago. Don't leave any scratches."
Huo Jieyu is an accountant at a wood factory in Chaoyang County. His father has retired, but his mother still works in the factory, so he can be considered to have inherited his father's business.
Wang Juan was actually marrying down, but the two were in a free love relationship, and Wang Zhiming was very satisfied with this son-in-law, so both the man's and the woman's parents were particularly happy with the marriage.
In order to give their son face, and also because of Wang Zhiming's status, Huo Jieyu's family spent almost half of their wealth on the betrothal gift. However, Wang's parents also loved their daughter, so all the betrothal gifts were given to the man as a dowry, and they also bought a lot of extra things.
After arriving at the man's house, the wedding banquet was about to start in an hour, and the woman's guests were temporarily arranged to sit at an empty table to drink tea and eat snacks.
Wang Shuning felt bored, so he just grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ate them slowly.
About half an hour later, Ge Nie came over with a bench and said, "Everyone, please move outside. We're going to set up the table and prepare to serve the food."
Wang Shuning looked at Ge Nie with a little surprise. Is he a relative of the man’s family?
Ge Nie was also surprised to see Wang Shuning. A relative of the girl?
Qi Jianping didn't say that she lived in Yihe Town.
I have something important to do now and don't have time to talk to him. Let's talk later.
The table where Wang Shuning was assigned was filled with young men and women, with two male elders accompanying them at each table. Their job was to accompany the woman's family for drinks.
As soon as the firecrackers went off, people started to eat.
Wang Shuning had just taken a bite when the white-bearded grandfather sitting opposite him raised his glass to toast him. Wang Shuning quickly stood up and returned the drink.
After four rounds of toasts, the people at the table finally began to concentrate on their food.
Ge Nie sat at the table next to Wang Shuning, with his back to her.
"I've met you twice and I still don't know your name?" Ge Nie turned around and asked Wang Shuning.
"Wang Shuning." The cold dishes contain sesame oil and sesame oil, which makes them taste particularly fragrant.
"The groom is my cousin, and you are the bride's sister?"
Wang Shuning shook his head, "No, I'm her friend."
When Ge Nie saw Wang Shuning talking while picking up food, he realized that he was disturbing her from eating, so he said a few more words and then stopped talking.
The dishes on the table were much better than what Wang Shuning had eaten in the village. The meat was in large chunks, and there was even a whole crucian carp. Each dish was very filling, as if to fear that the guests would not have enough to eat.
After the wedding banquet, Wang Shuning took the towel and wedding candy he was given to go to the bridal room to say hello to Wang Juan, and then rode his bicycle back to the village.
The educated youth living in the educated youth camp have started to return home one after another. He Zhuzhu has already greeted Wang Shuning in advance and asked her to have the New Year's Eve dinner with their family.
Wang Jianguo and Song Guiying, who were far away in Beijing, sent a letter and some things to Wang Shuning. The package was full of snacks bought from a state-owned store, and also a new red dress, which, judging by the needlework, was handmade by Song's mother.
The letter was full of longing for his daughter, and he urged her to take good care of herself in the village and have something good to eat during the New Year.
In the package that Wang Shuning wrote back to Song's mother, he put three kilograms of red dates and two kilograms of dried blueberries, which are good for replenishing blood and improving eyesight.
On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, Wang Shuning went to the county for trading for the last time this year, and the things he prepared in the space were twice as much as last time.
I walked into the state-owned restaurant carrying the New Year's goods I had just bought, but it was very noisy inside and there were many onlookers.
Wang Shuning took a look inside and found that it was Guo Jingyi and Lu Beichu. He stood there and listened for a while.
It turned out that Guo Jingyi and Lu Bei had just come to the state-owned restaurant to eat and ordered a boiled chicken dish. After Lu Bei tasted it for the first time, he told Guo Jingyi that it was not half as delicious as hers.
This was just a casual remark, but it was heard by the restaurant chef who was out for the restroom, and the two began arguing.
The chef, who had been cooking for half his life, was not convinced. He said that he was 48 years old this year. He entered the kitchen as an apprentice at the age of 15, started to be a chef at the age of 23, and became a chef in the county state-owned restaurant at the age of 31. Guo Jingyi was only a few years old. When he was this age, he was still following his master to practice flipping the wok.
Of course Lu Beichu would not give in. Guo Jingyi was his girlfriend, so she was the best. Besides, the boiled chicken made by Guo Jingyi was better than the one made in the restaurant. You just couldn't cook well, but you didn't let others criticize you.
The manager of the state-owned restaurant was hurriedly called over by the waiter. Looking at the crowd of onlookers, he felt a darkness before his eyes. It was noon and it was time for lunch, so how could things be so chaotic?
"Stop arguing, Master Cai, why are you arguing with the guests when you're not in the kitchen cooking?"
Cai Gui was angry. "I went out to relieve myself, but this guy said that my cooking was not as good as his girlfriend's. What does a girl know? Even if you want to please her, you don't need to belittle my cooking skills."
When saying the latter sentence, Cai Gui glared at Lu Beichu with naked anger and glanced at Guo Jingyi.
Lu Beichu was unhappy. What is flattery? He was telling the truth. "This white-cut chicken is a far cry from what my girlfriend made. You are not a good cook, you are arrogant, and you don't allow me to say anything. It's simply too much."
Cai Gui glared at me, "If you have the guts, ask your girlfriend to compete with me. If ten people here say that her cooking is better than mine, even if I lose, I will pay for your meal today. If your girlfriend loses, you must bow and apologize to me."
Lu Beichu lowered his head and looked at Guo Jingyi. Theory is one thing, but when it comes to cooking skills, Jingyi has to get her hands dirty.
Looking at Cai Gui's red face, Guo Jingyi knew that this matter could not be easily resolved. For a chef, saying that his cooking was not delicious was the biggest insult to him.
But if it comes to a cooking competition, I won't lose to anyone, "Okay, I'll compete."
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