The wedding hadn’t officially started yet, and Shen Zhaozhao, full of dress and starving, pitifully looked at Sang Youyou and Ye Zhen, "I can’t take it anymore. You two go find me something to eat, or else I’m afraid I won’t have the strength to attend the wedding later."
"Alright, I’ll go look for something." After Ye Zhen left, she soon came back with two pieces of wedding pastry, "I could only find this, why don’t you just eat a bit to tide you over?"
"Quick, give it to me." She wouldn’t be picky; even plain steamed buns would do.
Watching her devour one piece of pastry in a few bites and preparing to start on the second, Sang Youyou advised, "Eat less, if you eat too much, your little belly won’t look good in the dress. It’s a dress worth tens of thousands, and it’s only worn once, so it better look good."
Reluctantly glancing at the remaining piece of pastry, Shen Zhaozhao reluctantly handed it over to Sang Youyou, "When on earth is the wedding going to start? Did they say when they would be coming?"
"Soon, very soon! I heard they are ready and will be up here shortly." Sang Youyou thought she was eager to see the groom, but little did she know, it was the hotel’s wedding banquet she was longing for.
The wedding banquet arranged by Aunt Suxin was of the highest standard, featuring delicacies like king crab, Australian lobster, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, and brown marbled grouper... Shen Zhaozhao couldn’t wait.
She was probably the only bride who looked forward to eating at her own wedding.
"They’re here, they’re here!"
Finally, the groom arrived, and as the bridesmaid responsible for blocking the door, Sang Youyou took her role seriously and stood at the doorway, "Today we won’t test literature or martial arts, just answer a few of our questions, and if you get them right, you can take our beautiful bride."
After saying this, she produced two boards, one for Sheng Chuyi and the other for Shen Zhaozhao, and she handed each of them a pen.
"Alright, let’s begin now."
Sang Youyou cleared her throat and asked, "The first question, what are the last six digits of the bride’s ID card number?"
Sheng Chuyi chuckled, and without even thinking, he quickly wrote down six numbers on the answer board.
Sang Youyou turned to Shen Zhaozhao, "How about it? Did she get it right?"
Shen Zhaozhao: "We were born on the same day, live in the same neighborhood, went to register our residence on the same day, do you think he would find it hard to remember my ID number?"
Sang Youyou: "...I forgot!"
"Okay, moving on to the second question, when did you two first confess your love for each other?"
Both began to write their answers, and after a moment, Sheng Chuyi flipped his board to show the words "high school tournament."
Sang Youyou then looked down at Shen Zhaozhao’s board, which also read "high school tournament."
"No, what the heck is ’high school tournament’? You mean you even managed to confess during a competition?"
Indeed, the world of academic champions was something they couldn’t understand.
Sang Youyou: "Alright, now for the third question, when was your first kiss?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the two in front of her didn’t rush to write this time.
"What’s the matter? Is this question harder to answer, or are you both just embarrassed?" Sang Youyou looked at them.
They hadn’t hesitated when answering about their first confession.
Shen Zhaozhao looked at Sheng Chuyi and took the initiative to say, "This one is actually a bit difficult to answer."
Everyone instantly became more curious!
Just what kind of ’difficult to answer’ might that be?