Chapter 67: A Family Visit to Liu Baoguo’s Home

The family chatted and laughed. After a while, the patriarch arrived, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, followed by a middle-aged man who bore a faint resemblance to him.

“Grandpa.”

“Good, good, you’re all good. This is your Third Uncle,” the patriarch introduced.

“Hello, Third Uncle.” After the greetings, Mo Haoyue pointed to the gifts on the table. “Grandpa, Third Uncle, these are gifts I brought for you.”

“What nonsense, you’re bringing gifts back to your own home? Don’t waste money. Return them where you bought them. You two young people aren’t easy.”

“Grandpa, the gifts didn’t cost anything. This is just a small token of our affection. This is a gift for you,” Mo Haoyue said, taking out a bottle containing ginseng-infused spiritual spring wine.

“Wine?” The grandfather raised an eyebrow.

“There’s such a large ginseng soaked in it. This ginseng must be hundreds of years old,” the grandfather remarked, showing his knowledge.

“Grandpa, this is a family heirloom from my wife’s family. There’s only this one bottle, and it’s said to have been buried underground for over a hundred years,” Mo Haoyue said, lying without batting an eye.

“A family heirloom? I can’t accept that. Take it back.” Although the temptation of fine wine was great for a wine lover, he felt uneasy accepting such a valuable gift from his junior.

“Grandpa, please accept it. Haoyue and I don’t drink. As the saying goes, fine wine should be given to heroes, and you are the greatest hero in my heart. Besides, you are our elder, and it’s our duty as juniors to show filial piety,” Mi Xia added.

The grandfather, a straightforward man, accepted the wine. “Good, today, on the occasion of my Liu family son’s return, let’s have a toast!” He then coughed a few times.

“Dad, you’re not feeling well, you should drink less. Besides, according to Haoyue, this wine is over a hundred years old, I think…” Liu’s third uncle said.

“Nonsense! What kind of talk is that? Could the juniors poison me with the wine?!” The grandfather said angrily.

“Grandpa, the wine is fine. I tried it before sending it over. It’s not only fragrant, but it also makes you feel refreshed after drinking it,” Mo Haoyue quickly explained.

He continued, “Third Uncle, this is tea for you, and this is a set of skincare products for Aunt San.”

Seeing that his elder brother and sister-in-law had received gifts, the third uncle didn’t refuse and accepted the tea, opening it to smell it.

A fragrant aroma filled his nostrils. He asked, “What kind of tea is this? It smells so good.”

“Third Uncle, this is wild mountain tea from our hometown, hand-picked and roasted by Mi Xia,” Mo Haoyue replied.

“Good tea! I know it’s good tea without even tasting it!” The third uncle, a tea lover himself, had never seen such tea before. He was overjoyed holding the tea.

Liu Baoguo, smelling the tea’s fragrance, immediately hugged the tea to his chest. He also loved tea and was afraid his third brother would snatch it.

Wang Fen didn’t underestimate her daughter-in-law. The skincare products were likely no ordinary items.

Mi Xia secretly smiled. Anything from the space was top-notch, far superior to ordinary market tea.

After a period of conversation, the patriarch, who had been in charge for many years, was overjoyed to hear about Mo Haoyue’s experiences over the years, especially after learning that Mo Haoyue was now a regiment commander.

The Liu family was a military family. The second generation was fine, with Liu Baoguo and others, but none of the third generation wanted to join the military, which made the patriarch very worried.

Finding this grandson, who was already a regiment commander, was a pleasant surprise for the patriarch. He also showed favor to Mi Xia, who had just been admitted to Tsinghua University.

At noon, almost all of the Liu family’s descendants in Beijing were present. Liu Yu introduced everyone to Mo Haoyue and Mi Xia.

“Your second uncle’s family isn’t here today. They’re far away in Yangcheng. I’ll introduce them to you when he returns to Beijing for his duty report.”

Mi Xia thought they might meet the second uncle soon, because she knew that Shenzhen would be undergoing major development next year, and she would definitely get involved.

After the patriarch opened the wine Mo Haoyue had given him, a pure, heartwarming aroma filled the air.

The third uncle’s mouth watered. “Dad, give me a drink.”

“No way! You said this wine shouldn’t be drunk!” The grandfather glared at his third son.

The third uncle felt wronged. He didn’t know the wine was so fragrant. He had been concerned about his father’s health, but it became a reason for his father to refuse him a drink.

He wanted to slap himself. It was all because of his mouth; otherwise, he might have a drink now.

Mo Zhixia sat between Liu Baoguo and Wang Fen. As soon as the little girl finished her food, they quickly served her other dishes, without Mi Xia needing to help.

During the meal, Third Uncle kept staring at the bottle of wine his father was holding, his eyes like those of a resentful little wife.

Liu Baoguo was also tempted, but with his sons and daughter-in-law present, he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

After the meal, led by the patriarch, Liu Baoguo took Mo Haoyue to the ancestral tablets to announce the return of the Liu family descendants.

“Dad, I’ll take them back. You’ve been tired all day, get some rest,” Liu Baoguo said.

The patriarch wanted to say he wasn’t tired; he was actually very energetic, but he attributed his good spirits to finding his grandson, his most satisfactory grandson.

Back at their home in the military compound, “Come in and sit down. Xia Xia, go play with your little uncle, okay?” Liu Yu called.

The little girl looked at Mo Haoyue, and after her father nodded, she went to play with Liu Yu.

“I’ll ask the aunt to cut some fruit for you,” Wang Fen said, turning to the kitchen, knowing they had things to discuss.

“Let’s go to the study,” Liu Baoguo said to Mo Haoyue.

“Mi Xia, Haoyue told me you plan to open a bakery. You can bake bread? That’s a rare skill.”

“Yes, Dad. I learned from a pastry chef before. I can bake bread and various cakes, but I’m a little worried about how to open the shop.”

“I mentioned it to Haoyue last time. Tomorrow, go to the Beijing Grand Hotel to find your Uncle Wu, Wu Mingde. I’ve already spoken to him. You two can discuss the details yourselves.”

Liu Baoguo’s expression turned serious. “But there’s one thing: pay the rent and taxes as you should. We can’t take advantage of the country.”

He changed his tone. “As for the initial rent, you two don’t need to worry about it. I still have some savings here. Consider it my support for your business.”

“No, Dad, we have money. If we didn’t have money, we wouldn’t think of opening a shop,” Mi Xia replied.

“Alright, go see your Uncle Wu tomorrow morning.”

Mi Xia wanted to say something more, but Mo Haoyue tugged at her sleeve, and Mi Xia understood immediately. This was also Liu Baoguo’s compensation for his son.