Go to a wedding or spend money to buy some ham or meat to take home?

I was born in the countryside, growing up in the village well and pond. When I grew up, I went to the city to study at university and then started a career. Then, fortunately, I met the right person, got married and settled down in the city. Every year, I only go back to my hometown a few times to visit my parents during the long holidays.

My parents are old and weak and have passed away, so I rarely go back to my hometown. I only go back on death anniversaries and family weddings. A year ago, I went back to attend my cousin's wedding.

The wedding feast that day was sumptuous, with nearly 10 dishes. I thought to myself, the feasts in the countryside nowadays are much more modern and rich than before. As soon as I sat down at the table, before I could enjoy it, I was shocked by everyone's actions.

In just 10 minutes, all the food on the table was put into plastic bags and divided equally. A tray for 6 people had 6 plastic bags. Chicken, ham, spring rolls, shrimp, and even stir-fried dishes were all put into the bags. After turning around, all that was left on the tray was a bowl of soup and a plate of salad.

I was confused as to why everything was ruined before anyone had even touched their chopsticks or had a chance to drink a celebratory soft drink. Even the drinks were packed away in bags. The oranges and tangerines for dessert were nowhere to be seen.

What surprised me the most was that most of the people at the table were young, under 30 years old. Some were married, some were not. Although I was not used to taking such a portion, I could sympathize with the old people at the table. But the young people quickly divided their portions, which made me a bit shocked.

A woman gave me a bag with portions and told me to take it home, but I shook my head. I said, “I’m not used to carrying things home, and besides, my family is having a party, but no one is eating.”

Hearing me, she pursed her lips and turned to look at the people next to her, whispering. I vaguely heard them say that I was being pretentious and pretending to be a city person. That statement made me dizzy. I had never really thought about the city and the countryside. Because I was also a country person, born and raised in my hometown. How could I forget my roots just because I lived in the city for a few years?

But the fact that no one had time to eat before they took all the food home made me really unhappy. After 15 minutes, everyone left, carrying bags of food. They didn't even wait for the bride and groom to come and raise their glasses to celebrate. The wedding party ended quickly. I was too embarrassed to stand up and go somewhere else to watch the bride and groom.

I wonder if they are going to a party, celebrating a wedding, or spending money to buy some ham or meat to bring home?

Since then, I no longer want to go back to my hometown to attend my relatives' weddings. If anyone invites me, I only send money and have no intention of attending the party. I am afraid of sitting alone at a table with a bowl of soup and a plate of salad.

According to Vietnamnet