This birthday banquet wasn't particularly lively, but they did set up nine tables, with about a hundred people attending. At least half of them were strangers to Chen Feng, mainly relatives from his Aunt's husband's side.
Since many guests came to their table to offer toasts, it was only polite for them to send people to reciprocate.
The exchange of toasts at such banquets is quite common, considered a traditional custom there, an essential part of their drinking culture.
Chen Feng wasn't particularly fond of such customs, but due to his father's orders, he had to go table-to-table with his elder brother Chen Rui to offer toasts. Thankfully, there were only nine tables, and his brother led the way, allowing him to merely accompany.
When it was time to toast his Aunt Zhao Xiaomei's table, the brothers inevitably had to do it individually, wishing her prosperity as vast as the East Sea and longevity as enduring as the Southern Mountain.
