The memorial tablets of his ancestors were hung on the wall behind him, and green smoke curled up from the incense burner. This scene is exactly the same as the ancient rules for recruiting a son-in-law.
I was about to say something special as instructed by the emcee, when someone suddenly slapped me on the back of my head.
"Why are you so stunned? Let's serve tea!" The master of ceremonies urged impatiently, and the force on his hand was neither light nor heavy, but it was full of insults.
Someone next to me handed me a tea tray, and I reached out to take it. When my fingertips touched the edge of the cup, I felt a sharp pain - the cup was hot.
I subconsciously withdrew my hand, and the tea cup shook on the plate, spilling a few drops of water.
Laughter again.
"The groom was so frightened that he couldn't even hold the teacup steady!"
"Boss Lin, are you afraid that your son-in-law is here to beg for food?"
