"Offering incense at the dragon head? What's happening?"
"Is it a local cultural tradition?"
Xiao Yiyi blinked her eyes, staring blankly at Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan shook his head slightly and said with a bitter smile, "I'm not a local, how would I know."
"Just ask Uncle Wang and his son, and you'll know," Yang Leshan said, waving her hand.
Just then, Wang Yunping came over to invite them to eat, "Brother Chen, Miss Yang, Miss Xiao, the food is ready, come with me to eat."
"It's really not necessary, troubling you to host us again." Chen Xuan stood up, smiling.
"It's only right, you are great benefactors to our family, we must treat you well."
Wang Yunping extended the invitation with a cheerful smile.
Chen Xuan and the others followed Wang Yunping to their small courtyard.
"Brother Chen, although these dishes aren't high-class, they are all our local specialties."
"Free-range chicken, freshly dug bamboo shoots, wild mountain vegetables, all pure natural green food."
