Otherwise, it's a state-run restaurant; the food they make is better and more fragrant than what you'd eat at home.
Even Su Qingwen, who was forty years old, swallowed hard.
Ye Beiping witnessed this scene and could only smile slightly. He picked up a piece of braised pork with half lean and half fat and placed it in Su Xinyi's bowl, saying, "Everyone, eat quickly, don't just look at it."
"Waiter, a bottle of Moutai, please." He then waved to the waiter at the front desk and called out.
"Don't."
Upon hearing that they wanted to drink Moutai, Su Qingwen immediately tried to stop them.
A bottle of Moutai at a state-run restaurant costs six or seven yuan, which is equivalent to their family's food expenses for a week.
But the waiters didn't care about Su Qingwen's attempts to stop them; they were just hoping the guests would eat and drink as much as possible.
Ye Beiping didn't explain, and without saying a word, he opened the bottle of Moutai that the waiter had brought.
This broke Su Qingwen's heart.
Only a few words came to mind: a week's worth of food money gone.
Although it's not my own money being spent, this money could potentially be spent on my daughter and grandson in the future.
That old man's mouth ruined it.
Moutai is not something you can drink often. If you can get a sip when you visit your boss during holidays, it means your boss values you highly.
Su Qingwen was also highly regarded, so he was still able to have a couple of small sips of wine every year during the Spring Festival.
Even if there's more, the boss won't give it to you.
She watched as Ye Beiping took a small cup, placed it in front of her, and poured white liquid into it.
Even though it's only a small cup, it tastes like money.
Ye Beiping found Su Qingwen's expression somewhat amusing and poured himself a glass as well.
People in this era are like this. If it were in a previous life, those people would have loved to drink fine wines that cost tens or even hundreds of thousands of yuan a bottle. They wouldn't have the same simplicity as people in this era.
Raising his glass, Ye Beiping said to Su Qingwen, "Dad, I toast you. Thank you for raising Xinyi to adulthood and nurturing her into such an outstanding person. Please rest assured that I will accompany Xinyi on her journey from now on, ensuring that she is not bullied and that she can spend every day happily."
At first, Su Qingwen was stunned when he heard "Dad".
Ye Beiping's use of that word was also a form of relief for his father, since taking this step was ultimately necessary to gain the consent of Su Xinyi's family.
Besides, now that his father-in-law has given his consent, he can't be hesitant.
But Su Xinyi, who was standing next to her, was not concerned about the form of address, but rather about Ye Beiping's promise to her father, and her eyes reddened slightly.
He lowered his head and ate the braised pork without moving, his eyes already brimming with tears.
After a long while, Su Qingwen finally reacted, let out a long sigh, raised his wine glass, glanced at Su Xinyi, and then stared intently at Ye Beiping, saying, "I hope you can keep your word, otherwise I'll fight you to the death."
He uttered the harshest words a scholar could utter, then tilted his head back and downed the wine in his cup.
This time, Su Qingwen drank first, seemingly having fully accepted Ye Beiping as his son-in-law.
When they finished their drinks, Su Qingwen still mentioned, "Beiping, since you want to live a good life with Xinyi, you need to change your extravagant habits. After all, you won't be alone anymore."
“Even after Xinyi gives birth, she can’t immediately share the burden with you. All of this pressure will fall on you alone.”
This was the last thing a father worried about for his daughter.
She was afraid that Ye Beiping would make his daughter, who had just given birth, earn money to support the family.
Although this kind of thing should be a matter for both husband and wife, and he doesn't object to Su Xinyi going out to work and earn money, it also depends on the timing.
Ye Beiping understood what he meant and immediately assured him, "Dad, don't worry. I won't let Xinyi suffer at all. She can work if she wants to, and stay home if she doesn't. I'll take care of the child, I'll do the money-making, and I'll handle all the housework and cooking."
...
The entire room fell silent instantly.
Is this a man?
You do everything, what does your wife do?
Su Xinyi was stunned. Thinking back, it seemed that she had never washed a single dish or swept a single floor since she started living in Pingba Village.
The more I thought about it, the redder my eyes became. I didn't feel anything before, but now, reflecting on it, it feels like I know nothing at all. If this isn't happiness, then what is?
Before Su Qingwen could be shocked by Ye Beiping's statement, the latter continued, "Dad, I plan to do business. In a while, I'd like to invite Xinwan to stay with me for a few days. I need to go to Wencheng to get some goods."
Wencheng?
Su Qingwen frowned. Why was it business again? That bastard at home was already on his way to starting a business. Did his son-in-law have to be like that bastard?
On the contrary, Su Xinwan was very happy and asked directly, "Brother-in-law, are you going on a long trip? No problem, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of my sister here."
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