Country Wedding Banquet Prose Essay

Xiaoyi returned to Xiaoshan Village from Shanghai to hold a wedding banquet.

The first time I met Xiaoyi, she was still in junior high school in the town. It was the weekend and she went home. He is small, with a ponytail and a youthful smile on his face. She plays with her son, who calls her sister Xiaoyi. Later, when she came to Hangzhou, she came home. The son gave up his small room to sister Xiaoyi.

Xiaoyi’s home is in Juren Village, Fuyang. The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and a village road is the only connection to the outside world. The village road is very long, about 3 kilometers. Every time, Xiaoyi has to walk this road before she reaches home. Xiaoyi's home is in the middle of the village. There is a small courtyard in front of the door. There is a stream in front of the courtyard. The stream flows down from the mountain. It is sometimes strong and sometimes small. After it rains, there will occasionally be turbulent flow.

Juren Village is the hometown of former Director Fang of the 123 Hospital. Six hundred years ago, the village moved from Zhuji and the Fang surname multiplied. There is an ancient maple tree in the west of the village, which still survives today. The tree is more than 600 years old and is regarded as a sacred tree by people surnamed Fang. In the village, the Fang family for generations lived on the moso bamboos that covered the mountains and lived a peaceful and ordinary life. Many stories have happened in the village, but the one that people surnamed Fang are most proud of is that during the Jiaqing period of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty, a martial arts scholar named Fang Chengmo came out of the village. He practiced martial arts since he was a child. One year, he went to Hangzhou to take the martial arts examination and passed the martial arts examination. When a Juren came out of the village, people surnamed Fang called the village "Jurenkeng". In the Republic of China, in order to oppose the feudal imperial examination system, it was renamed Juren Village.

Dean Fang is an only son. After joining the army, his mother lived in the village. The village was full of families named Fang, and they took care of each other with relatives. Xiaoyi's family is a relative of Dean Fang's family.

Dean Fang is an old comrade of my father’s. Every time I come to Hangzhou, I always welcome him. As I come and go, I get to know Xiaoyi’s parents, and my son also has sister Xiaoyi.

Xiaoyi’s father is named Fang. Xiaoyi’s mother has a foreign surname, and her natal family is in Longmen Ancient Town on the other side of the mountain. Xiaoyi's mother went over the mountain to marry in a small mountain village. When she was young, Xiaoyi's mother was very beautiful, and her face can still be seen vaguely.

After Xiaoyi finished junior high school in the town, she went to Fuyang City to attend high school, and then went to Shanghai to study at university. After graduating from Shanghai Maritime University, Xiaoyi stayed in Shanghai and found Work.

Two years ago, Xiaoyi brought her boyfriend back from Shanghai. He proposed to hold a country wedding banquet for Xiaoyi in a small mountain village. Xiaoyi's father accepted the cost of the wedding banquet and returned the remaining money to his son-in-law.

The country wedding banquet is hosted by a country chef who specializes in wedding banquets. The ingredients, cooking utensils, pots and pans used in the wedding banquet are all brought here by a team led by the chef. But Xiaoyi's parents were still uneasy, as they were all villagers, all based on their faces.

When holding a wedding banquet in the countryside, there are no magnificent halls, no gorgeous and dazzling lights, and no noble guests. But in the countryside, there is fresh air that is not found in the city, the smell of moist earth, and those mountain people with wrinkled faces. This is a feast that is difficult to repeat.

Hosting a country wedding requires a lot of preparation. Xiaoyi's father built a large shed in the yard and a small shed next to it. The big shed is for eating and the small shed is for burning. At eight o'clock in the morning, the chef entered the small courtyard with four female side dishes and began to prepare.

After stewing the hoof meat with boiling water, put rice dumpling leaves at the bottom of the pot, then arrange the hoof meat in layers, pour in the cooked juice, and simmer over low heat for four hours. When the pot is boiling, the aroma of hoof fills the whole village. Fish and shrimp are a must, including turtle and lobster. The vegetables were picked from the field by Xiaoyi's mother. The chef told me that each table had 22 dishes and one soup, and the price was only 1/3 of that of a hotel in the city. At three o'clock in the afternoon, firecrackers went off, and the groom entered the village with his bride in his arms. At five o'clock, the wedding banquet began.

There are no seats arranged at rural wedding banquets. Everyone can sit wherever they want. Although the presentation, carving and knife skills are not as exquisite as those in city hotels, every dish is solid. It was very hard to organize the wedding banquet, but I enjoyed it and warmed my heart. What you eat is warmth and nostalgia.

The wedding banquet is over.

During the wedding banquet, Xiaoyi's parents did not stand on the stage like parents in the city, holding a microphone and saying some words of blessing to everyone. They have been busy, facing the relatives who have just welcomed them, and turning around to see them off again. The drinker seems a little drunk, but can still drink more. The diners also wanted to eat more, wondering if another dish would be served. Throughout the night, the sound of one plate after another, and the aroma wafting from the plates, flickered in front of everyone's eyes from beginning to end. The village has not been so lively for a long time. People who should go to school have gone to the city, and people who should go to work have also gone to the city. Only during the Spring Festival, those who should come back will eventually come back, and those who don’t come back will not come back. But at tonight's wedding banquet, the expectation that the person named Fang kept in his heart made a sound.

The people drinking and eating gradually dispersed, and the bright lights were turned off. Only the street lights on the village road were still on, illuminating the villagers' path home. In October, the night in the mountain village was already chilly. When I looked up, I saw the stars in the sky, but they were full of blessings.

In the morning, the mountain village was shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist. With the crow of the rooster, the people in the village started a new day. The city people who attended the wedding banquet left the village one after another. Xiaoyi was also going back to Shanghai. She held his hand and walked 3 kilometers out of the small mountain village.