"Before the feast starts, let me say a few words."
Li Dahe held a bowl of sorghum wine, looked at about thirty round tables filled with dishes, and his lips curled up in a smile.
Thinking back to three years ago, when Li Xiaoshan and Wang Xixi got married, Aunt Li struggled to put together four dishes, and each person could only have half a bowl of wine—even that was diluted with water.
Everyone, young and old, was looking at him, and no one picked up their chopsticks first.
"Ahem," Li Dahe cleared his throat tactically, then said, "Today's meal is mainly to celebrate Xiaofei and Xiaosi finishing their college entrance exams—" as he spoke, he pointed at a few high school students from the village, "Our team produced the national top scorer, Miss Lin set the example for you, producing another one should be no problem, right?"
"No... problem... right..."
"Hmm, as long as there's no problem." Li Dahe nodded satisfactorily.
"Uncle, I said 'No, it's a problem.'
