Feng Wuyou almost listed the dish's names.
The variety of dishes at a wedding banquet is always the most extensive, with the opportunity to taste dozens of dishes at once—how could one possibly miss it?
Xiao Jinyan, having been married to Xiaojiu for a few years now, had often heard her say that anytime there was a banquet, she must be taken along.
He, a living person, wouldn't be welcome at a banquet table?
"Just a few dozen dishes, what would happen if you missed one meal?"
Feng Wuyou seriously said, "You don't understand, life is but a few decades; miss one meal, and it's one less to enjoy, so I can't miss a single one."
Xiao Jinyan: "..."
"Jinyan, you should rest early, I must leave now, and once the palace gates are closed, I won't be able to leave."
Feng Wuyou happily put on her shoes and was about to call Chun Xi for help when she heard Xiao Jinyan calling her from behind, "Xiaojiu."
