Second worship the high hall.

The couple bowed each other.

After worshiping, there was no requirement to enter the bridal chamber.

The emcee announced that he could start eating.

After Chen Ge sat down, he saw that the bride went to the backyard and did not come out again, and he was a little confused.

He picked up the wine glass, looked at Old Man Xin and asked:

"Uncle, where is the fourteenth lady?"

"This is the rule, the bride cannot serve the table."

Chen Ge said nothing when he heard this.

He quickly finished the meal, packed some chickens and ducks, and delivered them to Shisi Niang.

After finishing your work, you should teach illusions. How can you be hungry?

Seeing this, the old man wanted to speak but stopped, so he finally left.

Leaving the lobby and coming to the backyard.

Chen Ge followed the words "Happy" posted on the window and quickly found the wing room.

"Squeak~"

He pushed open the wooden door and closed it.

Xin Shisi Niang sat at the end of the bed, wearing a phoenix crown and a robe, hanging down from her shoulders.

The real red big sleeved dress is paired with a round-necked women's python dress, a long-sleeved red shirt, and a big red pleated skirt, which has a unique charm.

Seeing the groom come in, she blurted out:

"Why are you here?"

"Why can't I come?"

Chen Ge felt inexplicably, so he put the wooden box containing chicken legs and duck necks on the Eight Immortals table.

"Here, I brought you some food, don't be hungry."

"You can't eat before marriage, this is the rule."

"The rules are determined by people, but it's just a formality anyway. We can't do anything, so can we starve you to death?"

Chen Ge opened the lid of the wooden box and suddenly a smell of meat spread in the room:

"Come on, eat quickly, and you'll be able to teach after you're full."

The process of getting married in the Ming Dynasty was almost the same.

Except for the maid stealing some pastries and letting the bride take the bottom of the game, there is no meat and fish throughout the whole process.

Xin Shisi Niang didn't eat for most of the day and her stomach was empty.

Sniffing the smell of flesh, I licked my lips and swallowed.

She looked over and asked:

“What is teaching?”

"Well, it means teaching. You should eat a chicken trumpet first, and then talk about it after you have enough."

"Chen Lang."

Xin Shisi Niang's eyes were filled with autumn waves, and her tone softened:
Chapter completed!