"Miss Yan!"
And that table was the one Mrs Zuo and Mrs Qian were sitting at. Both ladies tried to stop Yan Yan from falling, but they were too late.
Yan Yan's entire head was in the soup pot and her hair was soaked with grease.
When she was helped to her feet, she had a pigeon wing sticking out of her hair, which looked rather funny.
"Ahhh!" Yan Yan screamed frantically. She threw Mrs Zuo's hands off and charged at Feng Wu, still holding the dagger!
"Stop it!" A stern voice ran out.
Mrs Yan had come out with her elderly mother-in-law.
The old lady, in whose name the banquet was being held, wore a birthday outfit decorated with dark golden thread. Her silver hair was neatly combed, giving her a stern and dignified look.
Mrs Yan looked equally stern and she glared at Yan Yan. "Stop right there!"
