Yang Peimin frowned.
Was Huang Jianxin trying to seize the initiative?
She suddenly stood up and strode towards the exit.
"Pei Min, where are you going? Look at that temper of yours..." Fourth Aunt called out from behind.
As she left the kitchen, indeed, the laughter of bystanders viewing her carried a particularly suggestive tone, "Pei Min, when is your wedding feast..."
Yang Peimin acted as if she didn't understand, "What are you talking about!"
On one side, the party sent to pick up the bride was already on the road, and on the other side preparations for the banquet were underway, just waiting for the bride's arrival to start serving dishes. Therefore, the guests in the yard had mostly taken their seats, clustering in familiar groups at tables, sharing gossip and chatting about everyday life.
