Huang Chong had not brought many gifts back to China this time.
Before the Vuelta a España ended, whenever Chen Junyi accompanied him to races in different countries, the local specialties she bought for both their families,
along with little gifts and the like, had generally been shipped straight home through international delivery services.
But Huang Chong knew that Chen Mingyuan enjoyed drinking, whereas his own parents never drank, so he decisively gave the two bottles of red wine he had to his future father-in-law.
Neither bottle was particularly old, but both were excellent quality and positioned at the high end of the market.
Huang Chong had even specifically checked their release prices at the wineries in Australia and Flanders. Both cost over a thousand euros.
In China, even setting aside the currency difference, taxes would drive the retail prices several times higher. They were certainly impressive enough as gifts for his future father-in-law.
But when Chen Mingyuan saw that Huang Chong had carried two bottles of wine all the way back from Germany, he assumed Huang Chong had bought them especially for him and did not quite know whether to laugh or cry.
The young man probably did not know that Chinese red wine brands, and coffee brands too, had already become very good. Besides, Chen Mingyuan was no professional wine taster and did not have such a discerning palate. Domestic wine was more than enough for him.
Besides, wine was heavy. Carrying it all the way from Europe to China was far too much trouble.
He was just about to tell Huang Chong not to go to such unrewarding trouble in the future when Huang Chong smiled and said, "Uncle, the organizers gave me these two bottles as prizes after I won the Tour Down Under and Dwars