Mrs. Zhang suppressed the pride in her heart and said slowly: "However, their skirts are so fluffy that they can only fit one person on one side. Is it because there are fewer people that there will be less food on the table? Besides, why didn't my aunt think of it?

Well, some of these fashionable ladies are willing to eat Chinese food outside. They are too dirty. I can't arrange them now. There are twenty tables for the women and they are satisfied now. There are still forty or fifty people who have no room.

Sit down."

Aunt Feng was furious: "Don't you go to the restaurant to eat Western food? Don't they have a place to eat? Are they specially coming to our house to cause trouble? I only know that these people must be jealous and look down on our family's good deeds. I

I just thought it would be done by a man in front

What, I didn’t expect that women were the ones causing the trouble in the end. These men are really cowards and they want women to take the lead in everything so that they can get a good reputation! They are shameless cowards, and they still force women to listen to them! I’m really

I can’t stand these cowards.”

Mrs. Zhang was dumbfounded. She had always thought that Aunt Feng believed in Buddhism and was a compassionate woman. She didn't expect that her murderous intent was so strong that she could compete with Feng Laohu.

Well, Grandma Feng was actually a tyrant in the countryside, but later on she met someone unkind and became very low-key after losing a man. But if her temper was really provoked, she wouldn't be afraid of anyone.

Aunt Feng casually recruited two people who knew how to play cymbals, then angrily walked to the female family members, went in, and asked the two to start fighting.

"Crack, click, click..." The harsh sound of cymbals startled people. After all, these were educated women, so they could only frown and look at them without saying a word.

Aunt Feng waved her hand, and a short-built girl behind her said: "Enjoy~~~" What a voice, sharp and sharp, probably no louder than a cymbal.

Another literate girl looked at the seats and reported the names of the dishes as well as the names of the people's seats.

Then the one with the sharp voice shouted again.

"The first person at the first table is President Zhang's wife, the first person at the first table is General Xiao's wife, the first person at the first table is Mrs. Xiao, the first person at the first table..."

After her name was reported, a girl invited her to sit down. Fortunately, none of the chief's wives wore Western gauze, so of course a table of eight people could fit comfortably.

There is a person at the next table wearing a Western skirt, but... you want to be alone, are you kidding me, can you be more noble than the chief's wife?!

As for whether the people around you can sit down, that’s not a problem at all. This skirt is just gauze, so it’s fine if it’s not too tight. As for sitting uncomfortable, who’s to blame? Don’t you know what kind of clothes to wear for certain occasions?

?You are not attending a church service. You are dressed like this in a Chinese-style auditorium. Are you stupid? Who are you to be stupid?

Well, there are a lot of strong and capable women in this world. Aunt Feng tried her best to conquer her for ten meetings without breaking up with anyone, and she arranged the seats properly.

Then the problem of serving food is not a problem.

Because there are actually only seven distinguished guests at each table, and there is also a person called the accompanying pot, which is the person arranged by the Feng family to pour wine and wait on the guests.

Of course, the status also varies according to the table.

Basically, they are all the wives above the company commander of the Feng family.

Aunt Feng herself didn't even sit down, so she had to keep in charge of the situation behind it.

Mrs. Zhang gritted her teeth. No matter what, she did not want this marriage to go smoothly.

Her son is dead, why is her sister's son so happy?
Chapter completed!