She led them to a table and had them sit down, then went back to greeting the other guests.
Pan Lanfang glanced around and saw the uncle standing on the other side of the courtyard, chatting with a few men.
He was wearing a dark blue suit, his hair was slicked back, and he held a cigarette between his fingers, his voice booming.
"Our Liu Yan is just so lucky." The uncle's voice carried across several tables. "The groom opened two restaurants in the city, makes at least a few hundred thousand a year. He bought a 140-square-meter house downtown and spent over three hundred thousand on renovations."
The people beside him chimed in. "That's for sure. Liu Yan is so fortunate."
"Old Liu, you've found yourself a great son-in-law."
"I'm so envious of you, Old Liu."
The uncle beamed, his voice growing even louder. "Just wait until the groom arrives. You all have to see him. The kid is sharp-looking, 1.8 meters tall, fair-skinned and clean-cut..."
