When Yang Qing returned to her hometown, she happened to arrive during a bustling village festival.
The village square was filled with flowing banquets of over forty tables, creating a very lively atmosphere.
As the prettiest girl in the village and someone who had just returned from a prosperous metropolis, Yang Qing was naturally ushered to the main table.
"Allow me to toast you all first!" Yang Qing said, standing and raising her glass to the crowd.
Her graceful demeanor and composed poise, combined with her delicate features, left the young men of the village completely mesmerized. The elders at the main table gladly drank with her, exclaiming in admiration.
"My, how a girl blossoms by eighteen. Yang Qing, you're more beautiful than ever."
"I wonder which lucky young man will win her heart."
"Indeed! Does Yang Qing have a boyfriend? How about you let Auntie Li introduce you to a few?" the crowd chattered excitedly.
