Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Chang Kun and Cheng Min stood on either side of the plate, while Lü Jiawei suppressed a laugh.

"One, two, three, go! Blow!"

As Xiao Lü shouted "Start!", Chang Kun opened his mouth, waiting for Cheng Min to blow the red dates and longans into his mouth.

Cheng Min looked conflicted, staring at the thin layer of yellow flour on the plate, somewhat at a loss.

Blowing on the red dates and longans would definitely take a lot of effort, but that would mean Chang Kun's face would be covered in yellow flour from the plate.

How can you blow on red dates and longans so that the flour in the plate doesn't move?

She racked her brains but couldn't figure it out.

As she was frowning and deep in thought, she suddenly noticed that Chang Kun across from her was winking at her.

Their eyes met, and Chang Kun puffed out his cheeks, making a blowing motion.

Is this telling me to brag boldly? Cheng Min understood what Chang Kun meant.

Chang Kun's face was covered in yellow flour from being blown around. Doesn't he mind?

She pouted, aimed at the jujube, and carefully blew a breath on it.

To her surprise, the fine yellow flour in the plate seemed to be glued on, remaining completely still, while the red dates trembled slightly as she breathed on them.

Huh? What's going on?

Cheng Min didn't understand why, but she didn't have time to think about it at the moment.

She gradually increased the force of her breath, and the red dates shook more and more violently, but the yellow flour at the bottom of the plate remained completely still.

Now, not only Cheng Min, but also the relatives and friends watching from the sidelines realized that something was wrong.

"What's going on?"

"Is that flour fake?"

"It looks like it's glued to the bottom of the plate; you can't blow this flour away at all!"

"Xiao Lü, are you even capable? The props you prepared are still cheating!"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and the blame was directed at Xiao Lü.

Lu Jiawei was on the verge of tears; he had no idea why this was happening!

He had tried it when he was holding a plate and flour, and he could make the flour fly up with just a gentle blow.

The current situation is truly unbelievable!

Faced with the reproaches from his relatives and friends, Lü Jiawei simply hung his head and made no attempt to defend himself.

Chang Kun appeared calm, but inside he was laughing hysterically.

You really can't blame Xiao Lü. He used his system skill to suppress the flour, so of course the flour wouldn't be blown away.

As for the red dates and longans, he offered no help, wanting to see if Cheng Min could blow them into her mouth on her own.

To everyone's astonishment, the jujube rolled and slowly approached Chang Kun's mouth.

"No, I have to check this plate, there's definitely something wrong with it!" Seeing this, Hou Jun couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward to see what kind of mechanism was between the plate and the flour.

"Hey! Monkey King, the game is halfway through, and you're saying you want to check? That's not in accordance with the rules! If you want to check, wait until the game is over." Chang Kun stopped Hou Jun from checking.

"Alright, you're done with your game. I'd like to see what's up with this plate."

Don't worry about blowing the flour up; Cheng Min is quite efficient and quickly blew the red date to Chang Kun's mouth.

"Hmm, not bad, the dates are sweet and fragrant!"

Chang Kun chewed on a red date and nodded repeatedly.

The woman next to her, Ms. Wang, covered her mouth and chuckled, "How could it not taste sweet when the bride kisses you like that!"

Hearing this, Cheng Min suppressed her embarrassment and blew the round longan into Chang Kun's mouth.

This game is surprisingly simple; all you have to do is blow hard. The flour in the plate is so obedient that not a single grain gets blown onto Chang Kun's face.

Unaware of her inner surprise, Cheng Min stood up, wrinkled her little nose, and looked a little smug as she moved closer to Chang Kun.

"How was it? Did I do alright?"

Chang Kun reached out and took Cheng Min's small hand, nodding repeatedly, "Yes, yes, my wife is the best!"

It was rare to hear Chang Kun say such intimate words. Cheng Min's ears turned bright red, and she pinched Chang Kun's hand hard.

Chang Kun doesn't know when to say things like that.

With so many people listening, how could she possibly feel comfortable!

The onlookers, relatives and friends, smiled like doting aunts, watching the new bride blush and the groom make a fool of himself; this was what made the wedding night fun.

Hou Jun and Lü Jiawei squatted down to examine the yellow flour in the plate.

"Hey! That's strange. The flour was perfectly fine, so why couldn't the bride blow it?" Hou Jun reached into the plate and rubbed the flour, but found nothing unusual.

"Why think so much? Just blow it and you'll know!" Lu Jiawei was even more confused. He had prepared all these props, and he knew best whether there was a problem or not.

What exactly happened just now was what he most wanted to understand.

"call!"

He blew a sharp breath.

In an instant, the white flour was blown to the opposite side.

On the other side, Hou Jun was intently studying the plate and flour, trying to see if there were any hidden mechanisms.

Unexpectedly, Lü Jiawei blew a mouthful of yellow flour all over his head and face.

"Ah—Ah Qiu!"

Hou Jun's nose was irritated by the flour, and he suddenly sneezed twice.

The sneeze was aimed directly at the flour in the plate.

Before anyone could react, Xiao Lü, who was sitting across from him, was also covered in flour from head to toe.

"Ouch!"

The two rubbed their noses, stared at each other, and then burst into laughter at the same time.

"Xiao Lü, look at you! Hahaha, it's hilarious!"

"Hey Monkey, you're not bad either. Walking like that at night would scare someone to death!"

The two of them frantically wiped the flour off their heads and faces, not annoyed at all, but laughing non-stop.

Those around him burst into laughter.

"It's such a shame we didn't get to see the groom's embarrassing moment!"

"Hou Jun and Xiao Lü's performance was really good. Look at them, hahaha..."

Wang Hongxia, who was at the back of the crowd, was initially annoyed because she hadn't managed to capture Chang Kun's embarrassing moment of being covered in flour.

Seeing Hou Jun and Lü Jiawei like this, my eyes lit up. The funniest duo of the night has appeared.

The two of them had yellow and white flour smeared on their heads, faces, noses, and mouths, making them look like clowns in Peking Opera.

Amidst the clicking of the camera, not only were the two people's funny expressions captured, but also the joyful scene of relatives and friends gathered together.

These photos will become precious memories for everyone in the future.

After the laughter and commotion subsided, it was already nine o'clock.

These days, 9 p.m. is considered very late, and everyone said goodbye with reluctance.

The remaining time is for their wedding night, a sweet space for the newlyweds.

After seeing off their relatives and friends, Chang Kun and Cheng Min returned to their room.

"Phew! It's finally over. This day was so busy, it feels more tiring than working a month straight!"

Cheng Min leaned against the bed and stretched languidly.

Little did she know how alluring this curve of motion was to someone who had been a bachelor for eighty or ninety years in total, across all his past and present lives.

The wedding night, at this time, adds even more charm to the occasion.

Chang Kun chuckled and leaned forward...