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The courtyard was steaming hot.

In front of the stove, Fang Yu was wielding a large iron shovel, stirring the wok over a high flame, working with great enthusiasm.

Beside him, Liu Yifei, who had originally agreed to help, had now completely degenerated into a taste tester without any principles.

"Here, try this salty flavor." Fang Yu casually picked up a piece of freshly fried, golden and crispy meat, blew on it to cool it down, and handed it directly to Liu Yifei's mouth.

"Ooh... It's hot! It's delicious!" Liu Yifei slurped as the food burned her, but her eyes shone brightly.

The feast hadn't even officially started yet, and she was already half full thanks to Fang Yu's blatant "backdoor feeding."

Seeing that if she kept eating, she wouldn't be able to fit any more of the main dishes when the formal banquet started, Liu Yifei could only reluctantly move away.

She put her mask back on, put her hands behind her back, and like an old man patrolling his territory, began to wander aimlessly in the yard to digest her food.

As she strolled around, Liu Yifei stopped in front of a long table covered with a red cloth.

This is the "financial center" of the rural banquet – the accounting desk.

The village's most senior member, Uncle Qi, who also has the best handwriting, is wearing reading glasses and meticulously recording the monetary gifts from relatives and friends who have come to offer their congratulations in a red gift book.

"Uncle, two hundred."

"Second Aunt, three hundred."

"Dog Egg's house, 150."

For every monetary gift, no matter how small, Uncle Qi would announce it aloud in a loud voice. This was both a report to the host family and a public acknowledgment of the gift-giver's kindness.

Next to the accounting desk sat a young man who was in charge of collecting and counting money. The two worked together seamlessly, operating like an assembly line with extremely high efficiency.

Liu Yifei lingered on the periphery of the crowd, watching with great interest this novel scene that she would never normally see in the city.

Just then, Jessica and Emily, two "extraterrestrial visitors" with vastly different styles, appeared at the front door.

Their appearance instantly attracted the attention of everyone at the door.

There's no way around it; with a height of over 1.75 meters, blond hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and deep-set eyes, plus that out-of-place, fashionable air about him, it's hard not to attract attention.

"Hey? Why are those two foreign girls back again?"

"Yes, didn't they just leave?"

"What are they doing here? Are they here for the feast too?"

The villagers at the entrance whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Uncle Qi also looked up and, through his reading glasses, curiously examined the two uninvited guests.

Jessica and Emily were quite generous; they smiled and nodded to the surrounding villagers before walking straight to the accounting desk.

Jessica looked at the red gift book on the table, which was covered with Chinese characters, and then at the young man next to her who was counting a stack of red banknotes. She immediately understood the purpose of the book.

She took out the hundred-dollar bill she had prepared from her pocket and, imitating the villagers from before, slammed it onto the table.

"Hi! We are here for the party!"

(Hello! We're here for the party!)

Emily followed suit, pulling out her own hundred-dollar bill and placing it next to Jessica's.

Two bright green banknotes stood out starkly among a pile of red "Mao Zedong" bills.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Liu Yifei, who was standing on the sidelines watching the drama unfold, almost burst out laughing.

The young man who was counting money inside suddenly stopped. He stared wide-eyed at the two "foreign bills" on the table, looking completely bewildered.

The surrounding villagers also craned their necks, curiously peering at the table.

Seventh Uncle, who was sitting behind the table, was completely stunned.

He spent his whole life writing gift books and receiving gift money, ranging from a few cents or dollars to hundreds or thousands. What kind of money hadn't he seen?

But this green bill with the image of a foreign old man printed on it was the first time he had ever seen it on a gift table.

Uncle Qi adjusted his reading glasses, picked up one of the photos, brought it close to his eyes, and examined it carefully for a long time.

The paper feels quite high-quality, and the ink is very clear, but this portrait... who is this old guy?

"What...what is this?" Uncle Qi asked the young man collecting money next to him with a blank look.

The young man, also a rural youth who had never traveled far from home, scratched his head, looking equally bewildered:

"Uncle, this...this looks like...US dollars?"

"US dollars?" Uncle Qi frowned. "How much of our money can we get for those US dollars?"

This question stumped the young man.

"It seems... I can exchange it for five? No, six? Is it seven now?" the young man stammered.

When Seventh Uncle couldn't get any answers from him, he became anxious.

You can't exactly write "Foreign daughter, two green bills" on the gift registry, can you?

That's ridiculous!

In his desperation, Seventh Uncle disregarded all international etiquette and let out a thunderous shout into the courtyard:

"Old Zhang! Tie Zhu's father! Come out and see!"

"Two foreign relatives came to visit, and you gave them two green banknotes as gifts, with a picture of a bald old man on them!"

"How much is this thing worth to us? I can't keep track of this!"

That shout was full of energy and had a very strong penetrating power.

"What? A foreign relative?"

"You also gave me two greenbacks?"

"Quick, quick! Go see! See what foreign currency looks like!"

The guests who were chatting and eating melon seeds in the courtyard all rushed to the accounting desk, eager to witness this once-in-a-century cross-generational gift-giving scene.

Old Zhang, who was happily greeting guests in his new house, was startled by the roar and quickly pushed through the crowd to rush out.