Mo Qingze nodded with a smile, his eyes full of indulgence for his daughter.
The father and daughter together scoured the almanac to pick an auspicious day, finding only the twenty-second, twenty-sixth, and twenty-eighth left in the month. After discussing, they finally settled on the twenty-eighth of October, which coincided with Zhenzhen and Yun Zhao's ten-day break.
At dinner, Mo Yan brought out a jug of wine that wasn't very old and poured a glass for everyone, even for the youngest Shengsheng, who got half a glass. The family gathered around the table for a lively meal.
Perhaps it was the fulfillment of many years' dreams, Mo Qingze seemed to be in a great mood. He finished one glass and felt it wasn't enough, pouring himself several more glasses, although he ate very little.
"Dad, you can't drink anymore, you'll feel unwell!" Mo Yan resolutely stopped her father from drinking after he finished his eighth glass and was about to pour his ninth, even taking the wine jug away.