Happy Mid-Autumn Festival

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

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

At that moment, Chen Liping also came over. "A bottle of liquor actually sells for such a high price? I'll have to taste it later and see just how good it is."

"Haha, sure. Mom and Dad, come sit down." Su Yang gestured for them to sit.

Then he picked up the bottle and gently twisted it open. With a click, hundreds of thousands were gone.

When that sound rang out, Su Dagang's heart also trembled violently.

"Things are looking up. I'm drinking Moutai Eighty Year now too. Oh, wait, we should take a picture." Su Dagang grinned excitedly.

"That's right. We have to take a picture to commemorate the first meal our son cooked." Chen Liping agreed. The two of them took out their phones, stood up, and took several photos of the dining table from different angles.

"All done."

After seeing that they had finished taking pictures, Su Yang smiled and said, "Okay, sit, sit, sit."

"We won't use its golden cups. We'll use my own." As he spoke, Su Yang picked up the three one-ounce cups placed on the table and poured each of them a cup.

As the liquor was poured, a rich fragrance immediately filled the air, and its color was also very yellow.

Su Yang handed the liquor to Su Dagang and Chen Liping. Then he picked up his own cup, raised it with a smile, and said, "Come on, Mom and Dad, let's have a toast. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"Happy Mid-Autumn