“Miss Ding is young, young people are naturally active, that’s a good thing.” Cheng Zhiyi laughed and waved at Ding Nuanyang, “Miss Ding, want to see some wild people?”
“Yes, yes!” Ding Nuanyang nodded heavily, broke free from Mo Yafei, and chased after Cheng Zhiyi.
“Be careful,” Mo Yafei watched his footing and followed closely, afraid Ding Nuanyang might have an accident.
Ding Nuanyang pouted, “Tour guide, you’re lying, where are the wild people?”
After completing the entire tour of Wild Man Valley, it was already afternoon. Cheng Zhiyi contacted the farmhouse to prepare meals while leading the tourists back.
Under the grape arbor of the farmhouse courtyard, a table full of dishes was laid out in a cool, shaded area.
Everyone rushed out of the car like wolves, eagerly eyeing the dining table, waiting for someone to announce the start of the meal.
“Welcome everyone to our place for tourism, please eat and drink well,” the farmhouse owner came to greet everyone under Cheng Zhiyi’s lead, indicating they should start eating.
Just as everyone was eager to eat, a clear and bright voice rang out. A local girl around seventeen or eighteen walked out from behind the grape arbor, holding a wine bowl and approaching them, “Honored guests who have traveled far and wide, have you heard our local girls’ drinking song? From ancient times, those from cold regions can drink, and our family hosts wine gatherings for relatives.”
While everyone was still immersed in the girl’s pure folk charm, the girl drank the wine bowl in her hand.
She stood smiling in front of the dining table and placed her wine bowl in front of Chen Cong, the oldest tourist.
“This is to invite the honored guest to drink,” Cheng Zhiyi explained. “The girl has already drunk first as a sign of respect.”
“Okay,” Chen Cong was excited, standing up and taking the wine bowl, first taking a small sip, then drinking it down in one go.
“Great!” Ding Nuanyang was the first to applaud, followed by cheers.
Seeing Chen Cong had finished his bowl, the girl refilled her bowl and continued singing her persuasive drinking song, “Smiling, holding the wine with both hands, singing mountain songs to finish the drink. Raising it over my head time and again, the drinking song makes your heart wander.”
