"Ah Qing, quick, get on!"
Master Fuli proudly rode on Ah Qing's shoulders, arms crossed and head held high, displaying an expression of disdain.
Following Master Fuli's instructions, Lin Ying tried to find the overnight baguette, but unfortunately, such peculiar things were not present at the wedding reception.
There were baguettes, but freshly baked ones, crispy and soft with a strong wheat aroma, clearly not deadly.
"Good!"
Ah Qing took a deep breath, raised her arms, grabbed the fox legs draped in front of her, and re-entered the wedding hall.
Inside, the originally bustling and noisy atmosphere suddenly seemed to mute, with everyone standing or sitting subconsciously looking towards the entrance.
"Normally, as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's only the other side that will be..."
