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Li Dahe held a bowl of sorghum wine, looked at about thirty round tables filled with dishes, and his lips curled up in a smile.
Thinking back to three years ago, when Li Xiaoshan and Wang Xixi got married, Aunt Li struggled to put together four dishes, and each person could only have half a bowl of wine—even that was diluted with water.
Everyone, young and old, was looking at him, and no one picked up their chopsticks first.
"Ahem," Li Dahe cleared his throat tactic ...
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