Lan Fenghuang was close to Qin Feng, slightly trembling, her chest rising and falling.
After taking a few breaths, she suddenly broke the silence, "Brother Qin, the fish is burning!"
Qin Feng snapped back to reality, quickly taking a step back, awkwardly saying, "You continue cooking, I'll go check if they've arrived yet!"
Lan Fenghuang bit her lip and smiled in the kitchen, her face blushing. She kept stomping her feet, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
She could sense Qin Feng's restlessness and wanted to take it further with him, but fear held her back, and she ultimately refrained from provoking him.
Soon, a white light flashed through the sky.
The first guest arrived, dressed in a blue Daoist robe, stepping on a copper gong, energetically landing in front of Qin Feng.
It was none other than Brother Xiaowei, who put away the copper gong and gave Qin Feng a mischievous smile, "Groom, on your honeymoon, why are you daydreaming outside alone?"
