Paranoid Doctor Only Loves Me
Chapter 504 - 467 Not just making a big profit, but making a huge profit (one more - )

Chapter 504: 467 Not just making a big profit, but making a huge profit (one more Chapter)

In the morning, mahjong was played; in the afternoon, family photos were taken; and in the evening, a feast was served, followed by fireworks. Su Ruoan posted twice in moments, each with a grid of nine pictures, and attached the message: Wishing everyone a Happy New Year in advance!

Su Ruoan led a busy and fulfilling life daily, rarely updating her moments. But when she did, it certainly drew a crowd.

Su Yangming was the first to like and leave a comment, "Sis, wishing your whole family a Happy New Year!"

Right after that, Zhao Xinlan followed, "An’an, Happy New Year."

Su Ruoan’s colleagues liked the post and sent their blessings whenever they found the time.

During the Tang Family’s New Year’s Eve dinner, there was a rule—that no matter who it was, checking one’s phone wasn’t allowed during the meal. However, answering phone calls was not restricted in case of emergencies.

The Tang Family Elders knew that their sons and daughters-in-law had their jobs and businesses; it would be unreasonable to forbid them from taking calls if someone had an urgent matter.

Thus, except for answering calls, activities such as browsing WeChat or watching short videos were not permitted.

"Tonight, we elders are treating. Everyone can eat and drink whatever they like. Order anything you crave, no restrictions, but for those drinking, not getting drunk is the bottom line," spoke Old Master Tang in a long-winded speech before they started eating.

"Your dad’s right, we aim to be merry but not to cause any trouble," added Old Madam Tang in agreement with her husband.

"Alright," Tang Shengjie, the eldest son, led the response.

"Um, dad, mom, since the fourth son is rarely back, shouldn’t we drink some good wine?" Tang Shenghua asked with a chuckle.

No sooner had he finished speaking than his wife, Shen Wenjun, pinched his thigh—and he grimaced without uttering a sound.

Shen Wenjun gave him a look. The retirement pensions for the two elders were limited, and even though their children supplemented them monthly, that money still belonged to the elders.

Shen Wenjun despised those who coveted the elders’ money, not even as a joke.

So naturally, Tang Shenghua’s remark didn’t please Shen Wenjun.

"Fine, this year let’s drink Moutai. Not only is the fourth son back, but this year, Lu Han is also celebrating New Year with the Tang Family for the first time. Let’s welcome him as a new member of our Tang family."

"Alright. Welcome, Lu Han."

Tang Shengjie stood up to lead the applause, which ended up frightening his eight-month-old grandson into crying. Tang Qixiang, distressed, attempted to take the baby outside to soothe him, but Hu Yutong stopped him.

"It’s fine, he’ll get used to it soon," said Hu Yutong, who wasn’t overly delicate in handling her son. When she became a mother to her daughter, she was inexperienced and cautious in everything she did.

This time around, having become a mother again, her attitude had changed and so had her concerns.

The sounds of the natural world are not silent, and outside one’s home, no place offers a world devoid of sound.

So, since one has come into this world, adapting quickly is essential.

In the survival of the fittest, it is the adaptable that survive, and this is even truer for humans.

Sure enough, after Hu Yutong said this and patted her son, the little one cuddled in his mother’s arms and soon dozed off again.

Tang Qixiang quickly handed over a pacifier, and the baby calmed down even more.

Tang Qixiang then took his son back from his wife.

"Thank you, Grandpa, thank you, Uncle, and thank you to all the elders," Lu Han stood up, raising his cup filled with tea, "I’ll start by substituting tea for wine to express my gratitude for all the kindness you’ve shown me."

"Please, sit down, sit down. Boss, bring out two bottles of your Moutai," said Old Master Tang to the restaurant owner who walked in with dishes.

"Old Master, I’m sorry but we operate on a small scale here and don’t have Moutai. We don’t even stock it in our town," the owner replied apologetically.

"No Moutai? In that case, bring us two more bottles of the best baijiu your establishment has," responded Old Master Tang.

"Alright."

"I can’t be blamed for this, it’s heaven sparing me the expense." Tang Family’s patriarch also felt somewhat awkward, but deep down, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had lived a lifetime, and although he had tasted Moutai and found it delicious, the price really hurt the pocket.

Thankfully, he had always known that there was no market for Moutai in their town.

It’s the kind of thing that’s priceless; even if it’s sold at a high price, when the common folks who can’t afford it won’t buy it, there’s no market for it.

"If Grandpa wants to drink Moutai, I’ll have someone deliver it to the house tomorrow," Lu Han said to the Tang Family elder.

The elder quickly waved his hand in refusal, "No no no, Lu Han, please don’t have it delivered. Grandpa doesn’t drink Moutai, doesn’t fancy it."

"..."

Everyone knew full well that the elder was lying through his teeth.

Moutai is the Rolls-Royce of baijiu, just like all men who love luxury cars, everyone wants to drive a fancy car with a beautiful woman. But are luxury cars and beautiful women something everyone can have?

So, it’s not that he doesn’t like it, it’s just that he can’t afford it.

You could buy it with the money in the card, but once bought, it’s too painful to contemplate, and that would spoil the enjoyment.

"Lu Han, please don’t buy it," the elder emphasized, afraid that Lu Han would really arrange for it to be delivered.

"Dad, you don’t need to worry about this. Lu Han, have it delivered tomorrow. I want to drink Moutai too," Tang Shengyi was not so polite to his son-in-law.

To make Grandpa drink comfortably, Tang Su also chimed in, "Yes, Grandpa, let him send it. It’s the New Year, after all. Aunt and Uncle rarely come back, and we should all be happy. It’s not like we drink it every day; it’s fine."

"Oh, our Tang Bao must have made some money this year, right?" Old Madam Tang asked Tang Su with a smile.

"Yeah, I made a little profit," Tang Su admitted without hiding anything.

Old Madam Tang burst out laughing, "In Grandma’s opinion, this year you didn’t make a little, you made a lot."

"Huh? Grandma, what makes you say that?" Tang Su was puzzled; she really had only made a small profit, nothing compared to those who made big money.

Of course, she wasn’t including the red packets from the Lu Family; she was talking about the money she earned with her own hands, which was just a modest profit.

"Bringing home a good husband like Lu Han, that’s better than making any amount of money, isn’t that a huge profit?" Old Madam Tang explained with a smile.

After being reminded by Grandma, Tang Su blushed and nodded in agreement, "Well, that’s not just a huge profit, that’s a windfall."

This shamelessly boastful remark had everyone laughing heartily.

At the dinner table, the children didn’t understand why the adults were so happy today.

They were always told not to talk while eating, but every New Year’s Eve, the adults would be cheerfully chatting away; weren’t they afraid of choking now?

They didn’t care; they needed to eat quickly so they could go back to the village and secure a good spot, as they wanted to watch the fireworks show.

Under the table, Lu Han’s hand involuntarily reached for Tang Su’s hand resting on her knee, causing her face to grow even redder.

"You kids, why eat so fast?" The mothers noticed the children’s speedy eating and the three of them, including Chen Cheng, asked in unison.

"Going back to the village to get a good spot for the fireworks show," the children replied in chorus, grasping the chicken legs, faces greasy without bothering to wipe.

"..."