The air was stagnant, a chilly atmosphere enveloped everyone, and it seemed even the fire in the pile weakened significantly.
Everyone checked the people around them in a panic, silently counting heads.
But no matter how they counted, there were sixteen adults on their side, one child, plus a black cat.
Mrs. Zhao was also very sure; when she baked, there were seventeen cakes, none missing, and when distributing, each one was handed over, she didn't see anyone extra.
At this point, Kou Yushan nonchalantly said to everyone, "Alright, stop counting, it's just one less cake."
Kou Yushan finished his cake in two bites, wiped his hands on himself, stood up and took three cakes from his bag, walked to the center of the reception room where the host's seat should have been placed, put the cakes on the ground, lit three sticks of incense and prayed.
