"Come, Zishi, meet your... ah, Uncle Qin."

While Qin Mu was wandering around the courtyard, Song Yun suddenly brought a man and a woman dressed in traditional Chinese wedding attire to him.

These two were none other than today's bride and groom. They both looked very young, only twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

"Uncle Song… Uncle Song, you didn't get that wrong, did you?" the groom asked, looking Qin Mu over.

Song Yun smacked him hard on the back of the head and snorted coldly. "Although Uncle Qin is young, his seniority is established. He and my dad address each other as brothers. So, what do you call my dad?"

The groom swallowed and could only answer honestly, "Granduncle."

"Then you also call him 'Uncle Qin,'" Song Yun said gruffly. "Well, greet him then!"

The bride and groom exchanged a glance. Then, with wry smiles, they addressed Qin Mu as "Uncle Qin."

A few dark lines involuntarily appeared on Qin Mu's forehead.

Without realizing it… his seniority had been upgraded again. He had become an 'Uncle Qin.'

"Alright, Uncle Song, Uncle Qin, if there's nothing else… we'll go get busy."

Immediately after, the bride and groom didn't linger. They found an excuse and made a hasty retreat. Qin Mu didn't look much older than them, and in his presence, they felt utterly uncomfortable.

Song Yun chuckled, then briefly introduced the bride and groom to Qin Mu.

The groom was Chen Zishi, the sole heir for five generations of the old Chen Family from the village entrance. The bride, Peng Songyue, was an outsider who had married into the village. Neither of them was highly educated; they had only finished high school and hadn't attended university. They had just reached the legal marriage age. Most young people their age were still university students.

"Xiao Qin, shall we go fishing after lunch?"

Suddenly, Song Tiancheng, who had been in the courtyard for a while, walked up to Qin Mu and spoke.

The farmhouse inn featured a large pond suitable for fishing. A full range of leisure activities was available, including card games, mahjong, and even a pool table.

Qin Mu nodded.

Just right… He also wanted to see what he could catch with his current 2,000 luck points, plus his 'Strike with Every Cast' skill.

「…」

Time flew by.

It was noon, twelve o'clock. All the guests had arrived, packing the farmhouse inn to the brim. The sounds of trumpets and suonas were piercingly loud and exceptionally festive.

Presided over by the wedding emcee, Chen Zishi and Peng Songyue completed the ceremony with three bows.

"Come on, let's eat quickly so we can go fishing afterward," Song Tiancheng said, picking up his chopsticks and digging in.

Qin Mu, on the other hand, looked at the other elderly people at his table and felt as if he were prematurely living the Red Sunset life.

Apart from his appearance… he didn't resemble a young person at all.

Moreover, he quickly understood why Song Tiancheng had told him to eat quickly. At rural wedding banquets, there was no such thing as table manners or decorum. Once the eating began, it was like a whirlwind sweeping through. Every time a dish was served, it was wiped clean in less than twenty seconds. This was especially true for the older women; no matter how full their bowls were, they kept piling on more food.

In just five minutes, not a single complete dish remained on the table.

And this was just the 'combat effectiveness' of his 'seniors' table. The scenes at the tables for the middle-aged, the young adults, and the teenagers were even more astonishing. Hardly anything was left on those tables.

The banquet had only started ten minutes ago, yet most people were either full, chatting with toothpicks in their mouths, or already preparing to leave.

"Here, Xiao Qin, you're being too reserved. I saved you a chicken leg; it hasn't been touched," Zhang Qingyuan said, looking at him and proactively placing a chicken leg in his bowl.

Qin Mu: "…"

Looking at the chicken leg in his bowl, he suddenly felt an urge to cry. He truly hadn't eaten much before he suddenly realized there was no food left on the table.

In contrast, Song Tiancheng and the others had nearly finished eating and had already put down their chopsticks, clearly accustomed to such scenes.

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