The banquet was held in Shi Jingyang's family courtyard. A large crowd had gathered outside his home, mostly elders. There were actually very few younger people—only Su Baizhou's childhood playmates.
Altogether, there were perhaps eight or nine of them. The rest were either middle-aged adults or children.
Fan Xinya had specifically called Fan Jian over and had him drive his little three-wheeled vehicle to take her and Fanfan there.
When Fan Xinya's family arrived, everyone in the courtyard and by the entrance could not help looking over.
Fan Jian had been running around everywhere lately, and he often returned to the village, so everyone was not merely familiar with him—they knew him very well.
But Fan Xinya rarely went out, so no one recognized her at first.
As for Su Baizhou, she normally never even stepped outside, so no one knew who this girl was.
Everyone was simply astonished by how beautiful she was.
She didn't look like she was from the village.
Also, it was worth mentioning that no one in the village knew Fan Xinya had already divorced.
After all, in a village, that was hardly something honorable. A bunch of old ladies and men would gossip about it endlessly.
At that moment, the people in the courtyard began discussing it too.
"Who's that?"
"What a beautiful girl."
"She's Fan Jian's younger sister, right? And that's his sister's daughter. I remember her name was... Rice?"
"It was clearly Millet Porridge."
"Why do I remember her being called Steamed Bun?"
"Nonsense, it was obviously Flatbread."
Although several older villagers were struck by Su Baizhou's looks, they did not really care what she looked like. What they cared more about was proving that they "knew everything."
They fiercely argued over Su Baizhou's name until their faces turned red.
But