After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere grew even livelier.
When it was time for the bride to toss the bouquet, all the unmarried young women giggled and pushed their way to the front.
Wang Xinxin turned her back to them, took a deep breath, and forcefully tossed the bouquet of vibrant roses behind her.
It had taken quite a bit of effort to get these roses.
The young women from the commune had scraped them together from various places.
While there weren't ninety-nine of them, the roses were all homegrown by the women themselves and looked absolutely beautiful.
The bouquet traced an arc through the air and, without veering off course, flew straight toward Su Tang, who was holding her child.
Su Tang instinctively reached out and caught it, still holding the soft, cuddly Little Cheng'an in her arms.
The crowd immediately erupted in good-natured laughter and applause.
