Zhou Mochen had brought the alcohol himself. The trunk was packed with gifts; there were several boxes of assorted liquor alone, and the majority of the rest consisted of nutritional supplements for the elderly.
Even Xu Su had no idea when he had prepared all of this.
In truth, Xu Su was already used to Zhou Mochen giving her expensive and rare gifts. The only thing that could still move her was his genuine thoughtfulness.
Zhou Mochen was willing to go to great lengths for her family. Right now, he was acting like a respectful junior in front of her uncles, patiently engaging with them as they rambled on about farming, all with a perfectly serious look on his face.
Maintaining a humble and polite attitude toward Xu Su's uncles was easy for Zhou Mochen. The challenge was keeping up with the two uncles' conversation and responding fluently and naturally.
