Han Qiwu came home with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't suppress it.
He was immersed in this unprecedented experience.
He felt intoxicated.
After enjoying the moment, Han Qiwu walked over to the storage box to take stock of the items he currently owned.
Looking through them, a thought suddenly crossed his mind: "Oh right, many of the things Mr. Tang gifted me are probably from his father-in-law, aren't they? Maybe I should bring something for his father-in-law the next time I go up?"
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
No rush on the mother-in-law's side for now.
Isn't there a saying that mothers-in-law love their sons-in-law?
Later, he could bring up some good ingredients.
While chatting with Mr. Tang earlier, he had subtly inquired about some information.
Her father liked drinking tea, especially red tea.
