"Alright!" This was the ladder handed over by Du Xixi, and Ke Lian naturally climbed down happily, stood up from the ground, went inside, and began the "labor" with a dish in each hand.
Five meat dishes and four vegetable dishes, plus a bowl of clear soup—this was indeed a sumptuous feast for six people. Everyone took their seats, only to feel their mouths watering uncontrollably.
Du Xixi let Ke Lian massage her sore wrists with concern, seeing that everyone, including Ke Xing, hadn't picked up their chopsticks as if waiting for her, the hardworking cook, to say something. She smiled: "Today's lunch is to celebrate Sister Mo Ying and Ye Wenting's happy wedding. May you live happily and have children joyfully!"
Du Xixi usually disliked saying those cliché, generic blessings. Her humorous words amused everyone, and even Mo Ying replied without shame, "I'll take your good wishes. Wenteng and I will try to have twin daughters, maybe we can become in-laws with you!"
