Chapter 535: Chapter 535

The street lamps by the roadside were all in disrepair, dim and infrequent. It wasn’t night yet; it was bright daylight, and the sun was scorching. Hardly anyone was on the road. It should be said that this area had long been sparsely populated.

So squatting here was alright, no one to see and lose face over.

These muddled thoughts wandered through Father Gu’s mind. So, when he suddenly felt what seemed like a dog rubbing against his clothes, he got a fright. He turned his head and glared at the man, who had somehow become his son-in-law at an unknown point.

Da Bai smiled at Father Gu, flashing a set of bright white teeth.

Father Gu turned away, refusing to acknowledge him. It wasn’t going to be that easy to appease him. His daughter might be easy to fool, but he, as her father, definitely was not.

If he were easy to fool, he needed to assert his authority over this son-in-law. Otherwise, what would happen if the son-in-law got the upper hand over his daughter in the future?

He dared to deceive his daughter without his consent! Father Gu grumbled under his breath.

Little did he know that this man, like a dog, would follow the direction of his head wherever he turned it. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥

Father Gu tried several times to shake off this man who was as clingy as chewing gum, and finally in desperation, he barked at Da Bai, "What are you doing?!"

What a strange son-in-law, so weird, like a dog.

In his uninjured hand, Da Bai was holding a bottle of Moutai, and as he faced his agitated father-in-law, he lifted it and said, "Dad, this is genuine Moutai, a fifty-year-old Feitian Moutai."

Father Gu was a hard liquor enthusiast, especially fond of it. Which Chinese man doesn’t enjoy a bit of strong liquor? Particularly those of Father Gu’s generation, who harbored an indescribable sentiment for high-end drinks like Moutai, which were only available at national banquets.

Although the price of Moutai had generally decreased, and ordinary people could now afford a glass, aged Moutai brews fifty-year-old vintage still cost tens of thousands per bottle. Father Gu could never afford that; he hadn’t even so much as seen it.

"Really?" Father Gu’s attention was instantly captured by the liquor.

So Father Gu was indeed a very naive man.

Da Bai continued to tempt his father-in-law with the liquor: "Dad, I know you might not accept me right away, but the liquor isn’t to blame, right? Have a sip, or if not a sip, just take a whiff, what harm could it do?"

Right, don’t drink, just touch it, just smell it. Could Mo Fei even threaten him over this? Besides, his daughter had already registered their marriage, the rice was cooked; what could he, Father Gu, do?

After mentally deliberating for a moment, Father Gu began to scrutinize the bottle of liquor in Da Bai’s hand and asked, "Is it real or fake? There are a lot of counterfeits on the market."

Unconsciously, the tone that slipped from Father Gu’s mouth betrayed his fear that his son-in-law might have been deceived by someone outside.

Therefore, Da Bai seemed to wear a troubled expression as he said to Father Gu, "How about this, Dad? Mom mentioned you’re quite knowledgeable about Moutai, why don’t you check it for me?"

What elder wouldn’t love to be praised? Father Gu immediately puffed out his chest, brimming with pride, grabbed the Moutai from his hand, and with eyes like a microscope, closely examined the bottle, saying, "You’re right to say that. Researching this requires years of involvement. You young people can’t just rely on having a bit of money and think you can buy good things, it’s impossible."

After Father Gu finished this rambling speech, he suddenly thought of a question: "How much did you pay for this bottle?"

"Not much, this amount." Da Bai raised three fingers.