I went to a wedding where an English friend married a Chinese guy. She'd already divorced one Chinese husband and ended up divorcing this one, but perhaps it was fun while it lasted.
It was in his home village, four hours by chartered-for-the-day taxi from the city, much of it on dirt roads. Our taxi ran over a chicken (feathered variety, not Chinese slang!) while passing through an intermediate village. It was a hit-and-run, but motorcycles pursued. When they caught up, there was a top-of-the-lungs argument between driver and poultry owner, which ended with money changing hands.
I think the dozen or so of us who turned up for the wedding were the first lao wai, except perhaps the bride, ever to visit the place. Rather nice in some ways, some lovely wooden houses and a large town hall sort of structure where the wedding was. Very rural, though -- goats and chickens loose in the only street, awful toilets, ...
Everyone else partied extensively, but the bride spent most of the day confined to a room with lots of new red furnishings, while local women came to congratulate and advise her. She was not remarkably happy about this, but mostly went along with it.
Somewhat to the surprise of the locals, she got distinctly upset about one thing. A young mother brought her toddler into the room with the intention of having him pee on the floor; apparently this is supposed to bring good luck to the bride, in particular to improve the chance of bearing a male firstborn. The local grannies had some difficulty understanding why a screaming bride drove the helpful young mother and her offspring from the room. I think they wrote it off as "Foreigners are weird."