Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1519 - 1520: How to Hold the Full Month Banquet
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Upon returning from the army, Qi Taiguo picked up his son for some playtime, and then Cheng Su began discussing the full moon banquet with him.
"Should we hold the banquet or not, and how exactly should we arrange it?" Cheng Su questioned him.
Their circumstances were rather unique. They lived in Qing City with some comrades nearby; if inviting guests, those comrades would need to be included too. On top of that, relatives waited in their hometown, and a friendly family in Guangcheng existed, all scattered far apart.
Regarding the Cheng Family in Guangcheng, Cheng Yaozu noted that the old man planned to attend the full moon banquet, and one table ought to suffice for whoever came.
Locally, Cheng Su enjoyed ties with friends like the Ying family and Luh Kai. Adding it all up, the guest list was substantial!
Cheng Su tallied the numbers, realizing her side alone accounted for four or five tables, excluding relatives from her family and her husband's.
"It adds up to a good crowd," Cheng Su tsked, "And what about your people?"
"I can't take leave from the army whenever I want, so my side won't bring many. Two or three tables at most would cover it," Qi Taiguo answered.
Cheng Su nodded, adding, "If we're doing invitations, what about your hometown? Your mom's ability to get around..."
Getting from the hometown meant a grueling long-distance bus ride, tough enough for family but a nightmare with a bunch of relatives.
Qi Taiguo furrowed his brow. Mother Qi struggled with mobility, relying on crutches and prone to falls. If possible, better to spare her the long trip for the full moon banquet.
Yet skipping the invite entirely and leaving her behind? That felt wrong too. Hard to guess what the old folks might feel inside!
"My mom figures since the one-child policy limits us to this boy, the banquet should be a simple gesture—a few tables to mark it. Or we could just eat as a family!" Cheng Su relayed Mother Cheng's view.
In those days, neighbors skipped grand feasts but still managed a few tables. Now it was their moment; skipping altogether would look off. Money wasn't the issue—just the spread-out friends and kin.
Qi Taiguo concurred, "Mother-in-law makes sense. With only one son, a couple of tables feels right. Here's my plan: I'll check with dad on his thoughts. Skipping hometown relatives means we can do a few tables at the hundred-day celebration."
Cheng Su mulled it over and deemed the idea solid.
"We must alert folks soon. Nearby ones get a heads-up by word, but distant guests need early invites sent out. No procrastinating till the end," Cheng Su stayed meticulously planned.
"I'll phone home this instant!" Qi Taiguo declared, settling his son back in the crib with a smooch.
But the little guy, perhaps annoyed or whatever, kept dodging by turning his head.
"See that? Every single time, he acts like I'm unbearable. Kisses always get the cold shoulder!" Qi Taiguo teased, poking his son's leg lightly.
Cheng Su burst into laughter.
Once Qi Taiguo stepped out to call, Cheng Su lifted their son, peered into his eyes, and wondered, "Tell me, do you get it? Are you already wise? How else you so sharp?"
Qi Xiaoqi gazed back fixedly, let out a yawn as reply, and burrowed toward her chest.
He hungered for milk.
"You cheeky thing," Cheng Su chided affectionately, hiking up her top to feed him, her heart brimming with bliss and warmth.