Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 211 - 0211 Bridal Chamber Candles 3_1

Chapter 211: Chapter 0211 Bridal Chamber Candles 3_1

The reason why only men attended, leaving out the women, was quite simple. It wasn’t because of gender inequality leading to discrimination against women, but because the husband was the most crucial labor force in the family. Which woman wouldn’t want her man to have a good meal to replenish his strength? Their household could barely manage to fill their stomachs throughout the year, let alone compare with the grand banquet’s eight large bowls.

The five women present were either without a head of household man, or their men couldn’t attend personally. They represented them, but the food they picked was piled into the bowls in front of them, and they couldn’t bring themselves to eat it. They probably wanted to take it home for their elderlies and children to savor.

Although many old customs were abolished after the founding of the country, here, the Wanglou Brigade simply couldn’t abandon its traditions.

People from the Wanglou Brigade could be said to have had generations of their family living here, and the etiquette passed down was far from simple.

The women who had been chattering to each other inside the house half the day were now nowhere to be seen. They all probably returned home, avoiding the scene of men enjoying the eight large bowls while they salivated. Some children stood at a distance, their eyes on the banquet, drooling and craving climbed onto the table to pull the meat to their mouths.

In this case, could Lu Tianjun, who had previously expressed his desire to have his fill of the eight bowls, fulfill his wish? Even Lu’s father had not been seated at the table after all.

Feng Qingxue was concerned about the Lu brothers and the Guan Cheng brothers. She scanned the surroundings, and did not see their silhouettes among the group of children. Instead, she was taken aback by the hungry, wolf-like eyes of the watching children.

"Qingxue!" Lu Jiang, who couldn’t stand on his own and sat in a wheelchair, noticed this, his voice full of comfort.

Feng Qingxue lowered her head to look at him and gave a gentle smile. "It’s okay." She just felt heartache.

Living in the 21st century, she had not experienced their era of hunger and cold. She didn’t understand their hardships, and seeing this scene, she felt very guilty. Guilty for wasting food in her previous life.

Once the relatives were acknowledged and the toasts were raised, Lu Jiang took Feng Qingxue to rest in their new room.

"Qingxue, you rest well in the room. I’ll go outside to distribute the wine and cigarettes to the guests, and once they leave, I’ll come to accompany you." Looking at his wife sitting on the bed, Lu Jiang just wishes to stay by her side.

"Go quickly, don’t let them make fun of you."

Lu Jiang was worried that his wife would be bored, but he wanted to call his nephew to keep her entertained. After looking around, he found the tearful Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu in the east wing room, with the helpless Lu Tianjun and Guan Cheng standing by. He couldn’t help but ask, "What happened?"

Lu Tianjun sighed, "Someone was teasing us earlier, saying that we would soon be eating the eight large bowls. But as the banquet began, father did not allow us to sit at the table, saying it was against the rules. Guan Cheng and I don’t care, we are not children. But Tianzhi and Ayu are very upset, they have been expecting it for so long. Seeing the others enjoying the feast is making them drool with desire."

Listening to this, Lu Jiang felt both amused and empathetic.

"Alright, alright, don’t cry anymore. In a few days, I’ll let auntie cook for you, okay?"

Lu Tianzhi wiped away a tear and choked back, "Even if auntie’s cooking is delicious, it’s not the eight large bowls!" To have his fill of the eight large bowls at noon, he had only had a bowl of sweet potato porridge in the morning. Now that he can’t have the eight large bowls, he’s starving.

Lu Jiang whispered, "It’s fine if we don’t have the eight large bowls. We still have meat in our house."

"Meat?"

Both Lu Tianzhi’s and Guan Yu’s eyes lit up.

Didn’t they want to eat the eight large bowls just for the meat inside it?