Instead, those from other villages still felt unsatisfied.
After all, these past few days, there was the lively spectacle of a grand drama, and they could eat better than at home with three meals a day, their bellies filled with richness.
Such delightful days, gone in just three days.
Some couldn't help but murmur, saying that the lord was really too stingy, holding a banquet for only three days. If it was to be held, it should be grander.
Shouldn't it be continuous for ten days or half a month to match the status?
These words, once spoken, were immediately retorted by the people of Qilidun.
A few hot-tempered, sharp-tongued women directly pointed at their noses and scolded them.
They said they were shameless, raising their bowls to thank the parents, but cursing them once the chopsticks were down! Originally, this was the joy of Qilidun, and the feast was for the locals of Qilidun.
