Early the next morning, Yue Qingqing woke up to familiar scents.
The farther a person goes, the more they miss the flavors of ho.
The aroma of food, the scent of the detergent her mother often used, even the sll of old wooden furniture.
Like the local dialect, these slls may not be particularly unique, but they always make one feel relaxed.
Couldn’t help but smile.
"Mom, I’m hungry."
Yue Qingqing stretched lazily and then went to the kitchen to hug Zhang Ying from behind, acting coquettishly.
Zhang Ying brushed her finger across Qingqing’s nose.
"Almost ready, you little glutton, go wash your hands."
Yue Jiandong wandered over in his pajamas, looking a bit sour and humming.
"Such a big girl now, and you still act spoiled when you co back. Aren’t you ashad?"
Yue Qingqing didn’t feel embarrassed at all, "No matter how old I get, I’m still my mom’s daughter."
"Your dad feels you haven’t been acting spoiled with him."
Yue Qingqing understood instantly and diligently went over, taking the cup from Yue Jiandong and fetching a glass of warm water.
"Dad, are you sober today? Is your throat thirsty?"
Yue Jiandong finally felt a bit balanced, thinking she’s really his little cotton-padded jacket that blocks the wind.
"A little thirsty indeed. The liquor Jiang Jingze brought yesterday better not be fake, why is the effect so strong? My head’s a bit aching now, as they say, a weasel paying respects to a hen, with no good intent."
Zhang Ying raised her eyebrows and turned off the stove.
The millet porridge in the pot returned from bubbling boil to calm, emitting a dense aroma.
Zhang Ying took out the remaining half bottle of wine from yesterday and glanced at the packaging.
The family has always managed a mall, so they’re sowhat experienced in identifying authenticity.
"Impossible, Xiaojiang isn’t dim-witted. How could he have bought fake?"
This bottle is China’s traditional national liquor, and the ones Jiang Jingze brought are aged.
The taste is llow and full-bodied, and the aroma is rich.
Logically, it shouldn’t be overpowering, nor should there be feelings of hangover heaviness the next day.
Yue Jiandong is used to drinking, which is why he finds it strange.
Still, drunkenness can vary each ti, so he doesn’t delve too deep.
He cos over to help and chops a preserved egg to stew in the cooked porridge.
While serving the al, Zhang Ying seed to casually ntion,
"By the way, what was up yesterday? Knowing your daughter was at ho waiting, they still called you over."
"Oh, there was a slight issue with the accounts at Old Pu’s place. I thought it was sothing urgent, but it was just a distributor calculation error."
"The entry was put into the computer, but Old Pu hasn’t recorded it. You know his personality, always obsessing over details. Now his daughter joined our company as well, probably wants to set a good example."
As Yue Jiandong spoke, the three of them together carried the al to the dining room, with Yue Qingqing getting the chopsticks.
"Dad, you were drunk yesterday going over, didn’t get laughed at, did you?"
Yue Jiandong felt a bit embarrassed, "Had no choice, soone needed to make a decision, luckily it wasn’t anything major."
"Just dozed off for a mont yesterday, thankfully when I looked up at the clock, only a few minutes had passed. Everyone’s expressions seed normal."
"Normally, drunken people just sleep away, right? Did soone call you?"
"No, my right shoulder suddenly hurt a bit, woke up. I thought it was from bumping into sothing before, but it wasn’t red or bruised during the shower yesterday, not sure what happened."
Zhang Ying asked with concern, "Should we go to the hospital today?"
Yue Jiandong brushed it off, "No need. At this age, you can’t just go to the hospital for such little things, and didn’t I say we’re resting at ho before the New Year? No hospital trips."
Zhang Ying listened, her smile deepening.
"That’s right, I’ll finish up company matters tomorrow, then spend ti at ho with our daughter afterward."
Yue Jiandong bead, "That’s the way. I was thinking we could drive around for a road trip nearby, just the two of us, not taking Qingqing."
Yue Qingqing was amused and exasperated, was dad saying she was a third wheel?
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