Chen Mo sat upright at the round dining table. Xiao Yu sat to his left, while Xiao Man sat to his right, playing on her phone. He Zhenghua sat opposite him, with the whole family gathered around the table.
Seven dishes and a soup covered the table, steaming with wisps of white vapor. Their family usually had no more than three dishes and a soup, but they had specially prepared this meal to welcome Chen Mo, their future son-in-law.
They were all simple home-cooked dishes, and the air was filled with the fragrant aroma of food. It felt like coming home, exceptionally warm.
Wang Lan examined Chen Mo with the look of a mother-in-law watching her son-in-law, growing more satisfied the longer she looked.
Before, she had not known much about Chen Mo and had worried that Xiao Yu might be deceived. After all, these days, they had heard plenty of stories about children from wealthy families causing trouble everywhere.
After learning that Chen Mo was Old Zhang's nephew and asking Old Zhang about him, she now knew Chen Mo's background inside and out.
She was extremely satisfied with this prospective son-in-law. At such a young age, he had already built a career for himself. He had limitless potential, a good temperament, and a steady way of handling things. These days, one could search everywhere and still not find such a good son-in-law.
What was more, he and Xiao Yu had graduated from the same university and had plenty in common. Most importantly, he treated her daughter well. In her eyes, Chen Mo was now the ideal son-in-law.
"Dad, Chen Mo knows you like a little drink, so he brought back two bottles of liquor for you."
Xiao Yu placed two bottles of Moutai on the table, took out two