Fangzheng said helplessly, "There will definitely be food, but the taste probably won't be that great."
"As long as there's food! I'm not picky!" Squirrel turned excited once again.
Fangzheng slapped him immediately. "Chant the scriptures!"
This disciple of his was too embarrassing.
Meanwhile, Zhao Baolin had reached the foot of the mountain. He went to the other villages to deliver the wedding sweets and gathered his relatives and friends. He was uplifted when he saw the astonished looks of his friends and family. All these years, he had been worried for his son's marriage. Today, he could finally hold his head high in elation!
When he returned home, Zhao Baolin saw his equally happy son sitting with his soon-to-be daughter-in-law, Han Xiaoran, in front of the television. The festive mood he was in made him feel as though all the joy in the world had suddenly descended upon his family. He was simply overjoyed.
