Chapter 847 Zhao Rui's Wedding Father When Zhao Rui led his wedding party to knock on the door, it was Liu Dong who personally opened it. This serious man from the village tried to force a smile when facing his son-in-law, but it seemed a little stiff. He just patted Zhao Rui's shoulder, and everything was understood without saying a word.
The most excited one was Gou Dan. He darted in and out of the crowd like an eel, sometimes peering out the window at the jeep, sometimes running back to stare at his sister's pretty new clothes.
As his sister was carried out the door, he clutched the large red envelope she had given him tightly in his hand, and joined the crowd in cheering, his little face flushed with excitement.
The wedding procession was ready to depart, and the most eye-catching thing was not the cars, but a row of brand-new "Forever" and "Flying Pigeon" bicycles, each with a red ribbon tied to its handlebars.
Zhao Rui, dressed in a brand-new dark blue mountain-style suit with a large red silk flower pinned to his chest, rode his bicycle with great spirit.
Several young men in the group cheered and made a fuss, creating a lively atmosphere.
Of course, there were also high-end goods. Lu Qingyang borrowed a canvas-top Jeep 212 through connections, with a big red "double happiness" character pasted on the front.
This was the wedding car used to pick up the bride and her elders; it was a very prestigious vehicle at the time.
The children blocked the doorway, while the adults watched with smiles as Zhao Rui read his guarantee and answered questions such as "Who will manage my salary from now on?" and "Who will do the housework?"
Finally, they met the bride. Liu Xiaohua was wearing the velvet coat and long skirt that Lu Qingyang had given her. Her hair was up in a bun with a red hair flower, and her face was radiant with happiness. She looked even more beautiful than when she tried it on before.
An elderly man with auspicious signs holds up a red umbrella to shield the bride as she leaves, symbolizing the wish for many children and grandchildren.
Firecrackers crackled and popped, the smell of gunpowder mingling with the festive cheer.
Liu Xiaohua got into the jeep. According to old customs, one cannot look back after getting in the car, as it is believed that she will not take away the "wealth" of her maternal family.
The wedding was held at Zhao Rui's home.
"I bow to the ground!" He bowed to the portrait of Chairman Mao and the national flag.
"Second bow to the parents!" He bowed to his parents, who were sitting in the front row.
“Wife bows to each other!” Zhao Rui and Liu Xiaohua blushed and bowed to each other.
The two little ones finally got together as they had always wanted.
The wedding banquet was held at Xinweiju Restaurant.
Xinweiju Restaurant is clean and bright, with large red "double happiness" characters pasted on the glass windows, creating a festive atmosphere.
There were more than a dozen tables in the hall, with clean white tablecloths and neatly arranged bowls and chopsticks.
As soon as relatives, friends, and colleagues entered, they couldn't help but nod and praise, "This place is well-chosen! It's impressive!"
Before the wedding banquet began, Liu Dong changed out of his chef's uniform and put on a smart mountain suit with a big red silk flower pinned to his chest. He was pushed and shoved by everyone to sit at the table.
But when the familiar aroma of cooking wafted from the kitchen, he couldn't help but crane his neck to look, his ears perked up, subconsciously judging the heat by the sound: "This oil temperature is perfect for frying the fritters..."
"It's time to caramelize the roast duck..."
Ma Hongxia's face was beaming with pride. She held her mother-in-law's hand and said, "Look at these dishes, look at the taste! I'm not bragging, but my husband, Lao Liu, is the star chef of Xinweiju! Many of the dishes at this banquet are his specialties."
Her words weren't entirely boastful. The "Liu's Braised Pork" and "Uncle Dong's Four Delights" dishes on the menu were indeed highlights. The guests ate with great relish, toasting Liu Dong and praising his excellent kitchen management. This pleased him more than simply praising his cooking.
The atmosphere reached its climax when Zhao Rui and Liu Xiaohua came to toast the chefs in the kitchen.
After the banquet, the two finally consummated their marriage.
Inside the new house, red candles burned brightly, casting a warm glow that enveloped everything in a gentle veil.
When Zhao Rui returned from his shower, he smelled of fresh soap, and his hair was still wet and dripping water.
He looked at Liu Xiaohua, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, having just finished washing up and wearing a red silk nightgown. Under the light, her face was even more delicate than her fair skin, with a rosy glow from her bath. He couldn't help but lean closer and repeat the same words in a silly voice: "Xiaohua, you look so beautiful today... and you smell so good."
Liu Xiaohua's cheeks flushed and her heart raced under his gaze. She lowered her eyes shyly and said, "Silly girl..."
Seeing her so girlish, Zhao Rui felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and his heart pounded like a drum.
He wanted to do something, but he was at a loss, and that awkward longing almost overflowed from his eyes.
Just then, he suddenly remembered Lu Qingyang's teachings from before.
Zhao Rui stopped just staring blankly.
He reached out and grasped Liu Xiaohua's hand.
His hands were broad and calloused from holding pens and conducting experiments, yet they were unusually gentle at this moment.
Liu Xiaohua's hand trembled slightly, but she did not pull away, letting him hold it, feeling the heat burn from the back of her hand all the way to her heart.
"Xiao Hua..." Zhao Rui called out again, his voice even hoarser than before. He mustered his courage and, with his other free hand, carefully and tentatively brushed away a strand of slightly damp hair from her cheek. His fingertips touched her delicate skin, and both of them trembled slightly as if they had been electrocuted.
The flickering lights cast the shadows of the two people nestled close together onto the wall, gradually merging them.
The moonlight outside the window quietly hid behind the clouds, as if unwilling to disturb the tender spring atmosphere that filled the room.
Silence speaks louder than words.
Morning light streamed softly into the new house through the glass windows decorated with the Chinese character for "happiness".
Liu Xiaohua woke up groggily, feeling as if her whole body had been disassembled and reassembled, leaving her weak and sore.
She moved slightly and couldn't help but let out a soft hiss.
Zhao Rui, who had already woken up, was lying on his side, looking at her with bright eyes, his face showing undisguised satisfaction and refreshment.
Seeing his wife wake up, he grinned, revealing a silly yet incredibly bright smile, filled with the joy of being a new mother, and instinctively wanted to reach out and hug her again.
Recalling the events of last night, Liu Xiaohua's cheeks flushed instantly. She felt both ashamed and angry, especially since the obvious soreness in her body left her nowhere to hide.
She pulled the blanket over half her face, leaving only her large, watery eyes showing, and glared at the culprit. Her voice, muffled and hoarse from under the blanket, came out:
"You...you're so annoying."
These words had no intimidating power; instead, they brushed against Zhao Rui's heart like a feather.
Far from being annoyed, he felt an overwhelming sense of pride and affection.
He chuckled foolishly, then, taking advantage of the situation, pulled the person and the blanket into his arms.
"Ugh, I hate it... Little Flower, you're so nice."
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