Chapter 890: Extra 5: Marriage Proposal (Part 5) Chapter 890: Extra 5: Marriage Proposal (Part 5) “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to attend the wedding of Mr. Jiang Feng and Ms. Wu Minqi today. The couple…”

Music played, a red carpet was laid out, and petals fell slowly from above. Wu Minqi, in her white wedding dress, smiled and walked towards Jiang Feng step by step.

The guests all spontaneously broke into applause. Wang Hao, as the best man, stood by, grinning foolishly, giving the impression it was he who was getting married today. Ji Yue, as the bridesmaid, looked at Wu Minqi with a motherly expression, making anyone unfamiliar with the situation think she was marrying off her daughter.

Even Xiaxia was there, the teenager tall and skinny, her skin as dark as ever. Dressed in a blue floor-sweeping gown, she sat at the first table, clapping so hard her hands turned red.

Wait, why does Xiaxia look so young?

Logically speaking, Xiaxia should be almost twenty by now, but she still looked like a young girl.

While Jiang Feng was puzzled, Wu Minqi had already reached him and, seeing Jiang Feng’s inaction, looked confused, “Fengfeng, what’s wrong?”

“Qiqi, don’t you think Xiaxia looks younger than before?”

“Hey, Wang Hao, why are you as chubby as you were in your sophomore year?”

“Wasn’t De getting married? Why isn’t Yueru by his side?”

Jiang Feng looked around, the ceremonial music still playing slowly, and he felt everything was becoming creepy and terrifying. Then, even more horrifying things happened.

Wu Hanxue, with a dark expression, grabbed Wu Minqi, intending to leave, “You’re not worthy of marrying my daughter. This wedding is off.”

“@%&*#…”

Jiang Feng woke up in fright.

After waking up, he realized that the terrifying scene was just a dream. On reflection, it made sense, since he and Wu Minqi hadn’t even held their formal engagement party yet, and both sets of parents were still discussing the arrangements. How could they possibly be getting married already?

It was too terrifying.

Really, too terrifying.

Indeed, a father-in-law is the scariest thing in the world!

Jiang Feng sat up in bed, gasping for air, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Wu Minqi, startled by Jiang Feng’s movements, woke up but didn’t open her eyes, asking softly, “Fengfeng, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just had a nightmare,” Jiang Feng mumbled.

He certainly couldn’t tell Wu Minqi he’d been scared awake by a dream of them getting married. Knowing the strength Wu Minqi had when handling a pot, she would likely beat someone as hard as Sir.

“Then Fengfeng, try to sleep. We need to get up early tomorrow, remember? Isn’t our flight at ten to go to my home?” Wu Minqi turned over, falling back to sleep quickly.

Now Jiang Feng was wide awake.

Since Jiang Feng had successfully proposed last month, their engagement had been put on the agenda.

Since it was an engagement, both sets of parents and important relatives needed to meet, and both sides had to hold engagement parties. The Jiang family, though numerous, had a simple familial structure, and since Wang Xiulian did not get along with her side of the family, the engagement party would probably only include Jiang Feng’s maternal grandparents and two uncles, and likely not even his cousins would come.

It was easy to organize the engagement party for the Jiang family side, but more troublesome for Wu Minqi’s side.

The Wu family was large, and there were dozens of close relations. Everyone in their field considered the engagement of Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi to be a significant event in the culinary world, and all relatives, however distant, wanted to join in. Wu Hanxue and Mrs. Wu had much more work to do than Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian.

After discussions between the families, it was decided that the Jiang family would visit the Wu family in Shu on New Year’s Day to hold the engagement party for the bride’s side first. As for the groom’s side, the engagement party could wait until after the New Year; the wedding would definitely be held at Taifeng Building in Beiping, but the engagement party, including Sir, Wang Xiulian, and Jiang Jiankang wanted it held in Z city, where everyone had lived for many years and where all their relatives were located.

This trip by the Jiang family to Shu was simple–meet the relatives, have a meal, and officially go through the motions as everything had already been discussed in detail.

Jiang Feng actually had an edge; he had previously attended the wedding of Wu Minqi’s third cousin, and had already met all the relatives from the Wu family he needed to meet. Logically, there was nothing to worry about.

Of course, that was logically speaking.

He couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t be trembling when he met Wu Hanxue after getting off the plane.

Steady as Sir when he had met his future in-laws seemed, he was still just a bowl of Braised Meat.

Jiang Feng had even begun to consider whether to cook a bowl of Braised Meat tomorrow to leave an almost perfect impression on his future father-in-law, to bolster his own courage.

Buff or no buff, he mainly wanted to fortify himself.

Jiang Feng didn’t sleep until dawn, his mind filled with the memory of Wu Hanxue’s livid face from the dream; it felt so real, as if he had indeed seen that angry face before.

In the morning, yawning, Jiang Feng boarded the plane.

This time, the Jiang family didn’t send everyone but chose a few representatives.

Jiang Feng, as the main character, of course had to go. Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang, as Jiang Feng’s parents, also needed to be there. In addition to these three, the two grandfathers, Mrs. Jiang, and the college-going Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing also went.

Since Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing were not in Beiping, their plane would arrive a few hours after the other members of the Jiang Family, so there was no one to pick them up and they had to go to the hotel on their own.

Mrs. Wu and Wu Hanxue had arrived at the airport early.

Actually, Wu Hanxue didn’t want to come so early. In his words, the plane wouldn’t arrive early, it would only be delayed, and it’s not like they hadn’t met the Jiang family members before. Just a few years ago, he had been tricked into working a few days for free at the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant, so there was no need to make it as grand as the first meeting.

Mrs. Wu just gave him a look and retorted, “Who was it that got up at five in the morning to mop the house again and cleaned the vase on the cupboard until it was spotless?” Wu Hanxue then shut his mouth.

Mrs. Wu was very eager to see her daughter, so eager that Wu Hanxue, who wasn’t even of retirement age yet, had already thought about buying an apartment in the same complex as Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi’s new place, leaving her husband behind and joyfully moving to Beiping to be with her daughter.

Of course, Wu Hanxue didn’t know any of this. He was still puzzled as to why Mrs. Wu was so concerned about where Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang were planning to buy the new house when discussing the marriage plans.

“By the way, husband, did you buy the pickled vegetables I asked you to get yesterday?” Mrs. Wu suddenly asked.

“Bought them; aren’t they in the fridge? And why buy those, it’s not like the store doesn’t have them,” Wu Hanxue said.

“Qiqi likes the pickled vegetables from that store. I must say, Jiang Feng’s family has a lot going for them, the only problem is their restaurant is too far from ours. One in Beiping and the other in Shu, thousands of miles apart. Qiqi can only come home during the New Year because of this,” Mrs. Wu sighed as she spoke.

Hearing his wife say so, Wu Hanxue couldn’t help but laugh, “Look at what you’re saying, a restaurant can’t just grow legs and run over here.”

“At first I thought she was just being silly. Not learning from our own but running off to Beiping, now it seems our Qiqi was more far-sighted than me.”

“Hmm?” Mrs. Wu looked puzzled.

“Haven’t you noticed that Qiqi’s cooking skills have improved a lot over these past few years? A couple of years ago, Xu Cheng said she hadn’t found the threshold between tasty and painful, her dishes only pursued extreme spiciness without considering the diners’ tolerance. But during last year’s New Year’s dinner, her control of spiciness was already very high.”

“I guess by the next ‘Master Chef’ selection, our daughter might make it onto the list,” Wu Hanxue said proudly.

“Really?” Mrs. Wu wasn’t very moved, as she had always had a high tolerance for spicy food.

“Mom, Dad!”

While they were talking, Wu Minqi came out and immediately noticed Wu Hanxue and Mrs. Wu, hastening her steps toward them.

Seeing his daughter, whom he hadn’t seen for more than half a year, Wu Hanxue sported a slightly tender smile.

“You’ve gained weight,” Mrs. Wu said with a smile.

“Mom, it’s just because I’m wearing more layers for the winter,” Wu Minqi said, somewhat embarrassed for once.

Wu Hanxue looked up and saw Jiang Feng dragging two suitcases.

The culprit who had left him seeing his daughter only during the New Year for the past few years.

His smile immediately froze.

Mrs. Wu, still smiling, took the cloth bag from Wu Minqi’s hand and stuffed the hefty cloth bag into Wu Hanxue’s hands without changing her expression, her voice sounding like it was squeezed through her teeth.

“Act natural.”

“What’s this?” asked Wu Hanxue unconsciously, having been handed a ten kilogram bag.

“It’s cured meat, personally made by Grandpa Jiang. Mom, you love making soup; you can use it to make radish and cured meat soup,” Wu Minqi said with a smile.

Great, letting my daughter carry over ten kilos of cured meat while dragging her own suitcases!

Wu Hanxue’s gaze toward Jiang Feng filled with malice.

Jiang Feng, dragging two suitcases weighing forty kilos and paying extra for checked luggage: …..

Shoot, is the nightmare turning real?

Jiang Feng felt his legs starting to shake.

“Son, what’s up?” Jiang Jiankang, dragging a suitcase, caught up from behind.

“Dad, do you have free time this afternoon?” Jiang Feng asked seriously.

“I’m free, yeah. Today we have nothing planned; we’re just going over to Wu Minqi’s place for a casual dinner, sit around and chat. That’s it for today.”

“That’s great, Dad, can you go to the market this afternoon and get me a pound of Wuhua?”

Jiang Jiankang: ?

“The fatty kind, very fatty, just like the pork Grand-uncle uses for braised meat.”

Jiang Jiankang: ???