Happy Mid-Autumn Festival

Hearing this, Su Yang smiled and said nonchalantly, "Oh Dad, what's there to be reluctant about? Isn't liquor meant to be drunk? As long as you like it, I can let you drink it as your daily staple."

"We can just buy more when we finish it. It doesn't cost that much."

At this moment, Chen Liping also walked over. "To think a bottle of liquor can sell for such an expensive price. Later, I'll also have a taste to see just how good it is."

"Haha, sure! Mom, Dad, have a seat," Su Yang greeted them and gestured for them to sit down.

Then, he picked up the bottle and gave it a gentle twist. With a click, hundreds of thousands of yuan were gone.

When that sound rang out, Su Dagang's heart violently twitched along with it.

"Things are looking up! I'm finally drinking an eighty-year-old Moutai. Oh, wait, let's take a picture," Su Dagang laughed, his face full of excitement.

"That's right, we must take a picture to document our son's first time cooking," Chen Liping chimed in. Then, the two took out their phones, stood up, and took several photos of the dining table from different angles.

"All done."

Seeing that they had finished, Su Yang smiled. "Okay, have a seat, sit down."

"Let's not use its gold cups; we'll use my own." As Su Yang spoke, he picked up the three one-ounce glasses laid out on the table and poured three glasses.

As the liquor was poured out, a rich aroma could be smelled, and the color of the liquor was quite yellow.

Su Yang handed the liquor to Su Dagang and Chen Liping, then picked up his own glass, raised it, and smiled, "Come on, Mom and Dad, let's have a toast. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!!"

The family of three smiled and clinked their glasses together. After clinking, Su Yang took a small sip. "Mhm, very nice!"

"It's a huge step up from the thirty-year-old one. It's rich and robust! Delicious!"

Su Dagang didn't drink immediately. He waited for Su Yang to finish his evaluation, first smelled the aroma of the wine, and then took a small sip.

After the liquor entered his mouth, he closed his eyes and smacked his lips with a face full of enjoyment. Then, he clicked his tongue a few times before opening his eyes and giving a thumbs up. "Good wine!"

"Is it really that good?" After saying that, Chen Liping also took a sip. However, she didn't really know how to drink, so she couldn't tell the good from the bad.

To her, most baijiu basically tasted the same. "It tastes about the same as those ordinary white liquors."

"Hey! Nonsense, they aren't on the same level at all. This wine is just like Yangyang said, exceptionally rich with a distinct aged flavor, mellow and thick. Anyway, this is definitely the best liquor I've ever had in my life, bar none!" Su Dagang gave a very high appraisal.

Su Yang also smiled. "This liquor is indeed not bad. It's very balanced, and you can't pick out any flaws at all."

"Hehe, Yangyang really understands liquor."

"Haha, alright, let's dig in, otherwise the food will get cold."

"Alright, let me taste just how good your cooking skills are." Su Dagang put down his glass, picked up his chopsticks, and picked up a piece of perfectly marbled braised pork, putting it in his mouth.

After chewing twice, he suddenly slammed his chopsticks on the table, startling Chen Liping next to him.

"What are you doing?!"

Su Dagang's eyes widened. He stood up, shaking his head and clapping his hands. "My goodness!!"

"What's wrong? Is it good or not?"

"Taste it for yourself."

Full of curiosity, Chen Liping also picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth. Two seconds later, she looked at Su Yang with the same shocked expression.

"Yangyang, did you... did you really make this?"

Looking at the old couple's reaction, Su Yang smiled. "If I didn't make it, could it have been made by immortals?"

"My god, I really can't believe you made this dish. How should I put it! It can't even be described as delicious, it's simply... oh my, I really don't know how to describe it. There are no words!"

"Haha, I didn't lie to you, did I? I told you that once you ate it, you'd be hooked."

After taking a few seconds to recover, Su Dagang sat down again. He looked at Su Yang and praised, "Yangyang, where did you learn this craft?"

"Didn't I tell you before? I learned it from a few master chefs in my restaurant."

"Oh, right, I completely forgot. Those chefs are amazing too!!"

"Stop praising me, hurry up and eat."

"Alright, alright, let's eat."

Next, the family of three began to enjoy their Mid-Autumn dinner. Great food paired with fine wine—it was incredibly delightful.

[Ding. Detected that the host is having Mid-Autumn dinner with his parents and feeling extremely happy. Rewarding 3,000,000.]

The sumptuous dinner soon came to an end. Originally, Su Dagang had only planned to drink a couple of ounces and stop.

However, the more he drank, the happier he got. In his joy, he and Su Yang polished off the entire bottle of liquor.

After finishing it, they still seemed to want more.

Su Yang was about to grab a fifty-year-old bottle to continue drinking, but he was stopped by Chen Liping, who told them not to drink too much.

The two of them didn't drink anymore. Indeed, drinking was about having a good time; there was no need to blindly get drunk.

Chen Liping gathered the dishes, took them into the kitchen, and put them in the dishwasher. After she was done, she wiped down the table.

Su Yang and Su Dagang, father and son, sat on the sofa and puffed on a cigarette.

"Yang, this meal today is the most delicious one I've ever had. Not just because of the great wine, but mainly because your cooking is too awesome. It's way better than your mom's cooking." Su Dagang's volume noticeably dropped when he said the last sentence.

Mainly because he saw Chen Liping walking over at that exact moment.

Su Yang grinned. "Haha, Dad, I'll cook for you guys often in the future."

"Great, I'm leaving this year's New Year's Eve dinner to you then."

"No problem!"

"What's no problem?" Chen Liping walked over, sat down, and smiled.

"I said we're leaving this year's New Year's Eve dinner for Yangyang to handle."

"Hey, how can we do that? I still need to be the one making the New Year's Eve dinner," Chen Liping said, waving her hand.

Su Yang turned his head and smiled. "How about this, when the time comes, Mom and I will do it together."

"Haha, alright!"

The three of them sat on the sofa, drinking tea and chatting.

It was already 9:30 PM, and the moonlight outside the window was just right.

Su Yang tilted his head, looked at the full moon in the night sky, and said, "Mom, Dad, let's go. Let's go to the backyard and admire the moon."

"Sure, let's go."

The weather tonight was excellent. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the evening breeze blowing against them felt like the perfect temperature.

The three of them went to the backyard, lay back on the lounge chairs by the pool, and looked up at the moon, which seemed a size larger than usual.

"Sigh, in my memory, it seems I've only sat down and properly looked at the moon like this when I was a child," Su Dagang sighed with emotion.

Chen Liping smiled. "Really? But isn't the moon always there to look at?"

"It's different. The moon when I was a kid was especially round and especially bright, bigger than it is now."

"It's a pity, though."

"What's a pity?" Su Yang tilted his head and asked.

"It's a pity that your grandparents are no longer around. They didn't get to see their grandson become so successful, and they didn't get to enjoy this good fortune with us," Su Dagang said softly.

"Yes, and your maternal grandparents are gone too. Otherwise, our whole family gathered together would be so lively," Chen Liping added.

Su Yang looked up at the moon and didn't reply.

It was true. With some people missing, whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival or Spring Festival came around, it always felt like something was lacking.

Even though his family was poor when he was a child, the whole extended family would always gather together for holidays like the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Dragon Boat Festival, and the Spring Festival.

No matter what they were doing, it was always incredibly lively. Back then, Su Yang still had his paternal and maternal grandparents, along with his eldest uncle, aunts, uncles, and a whole crowd of other relatives.

As his grandparents passed away one after another, the loss of these elders meant that, without even realizing it, they gradually lost touch with their relatives scattered across different places.

They rarely visited each other on regular days; it was only on New Year's Eve that everyone would gather for the annual reunion dinner.

Because of this, he always felt that only the New Years of his childhood were true New Years. Back then, the festive spirit was palpable, the streets and alleys were packed with people, and the atmosphere was incredibly vibrant.

Long before the holiday even arrived, he would eagerly start counting down the days. He looked forward to wearing his new clothes and shoes on New Year's Day, soaking in the festive bustle, and running outside to set off firecrackers with his friends after the reunion dinner.

But as he grew older, that feeling faded away.

In truth, it wasn't that the magic of the New Year had diminished. The Spring Festival was still the same Spring Festival; it was just that there were fewer family members around to celebrate it with, and he had simply grown up.

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