Wu Ting stood up and bowed deeply, "Uncle and Auntie, what you have done for us nephews, we cannot repay. Please accept our bow."
Wu Yong, less quick-witted than his older and younger brothers, saw his younger brother do this and hurriedly followed suit, "Please accept your nephew's bow."
Zhulan quickly stood up to help the two brothers, "Although our families are not related by blood, our years of friendship are better than kinship. Since you call us Uncle and Auntie, this is what we should do. Also, today's grand ceremony, Wu Ting, when you are betrothed, do you still wish to follow such grand rituals again?"
Wu Ting blushed, "Auntie, I am still young, I am not in a hurry, I want to wait a few years."
