The wedding of Zhang Ziwen and Mao Minghui was indeed simple, just as he had personally promised beforehand, yet it brimmed with a festive atmosphere characteristic of a new couple.
The staff cafeteria shared by the county post office and supply and marketing cooperative had tables set with modest wedding banquets. As for the dishes, they were even more ordinary than those served at Old Zhang's family on New Year's Eve or the feast when my aunt visited on the third day of the New Year.
—In the words of Zhang Ziwen's aunt, who often curled her lips, it was truly shabby.
But is it really shabby?
Not really.
You should know that nowadays, you can bring a so-called grand gift worth three yuan for a whole family of over ten people, taste the flavor of meat, eat white wheat buns, and even want to take some leftovers home—that's truly impossible.
