My Beloved Super Fierce Wife-Chapter 236 The father and son became cross-eyed

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Provincial City, an apartment building.

Old Mr. Jiang leisurely sipped his wine, looking as if he were floating in midair, his face brimming with pleasure.

Ah.

How could there be such good wine?

The thought of having left this wine untouched for so many days made Old Mr. Jiang regret not beating himself up.

Squandering a heavenly gift, truly squandering a heavenly gift!

Old Madam Jiang, seeing her husband acting as if he’d never seen the world before, couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of her mouth.

"Do you really have to? I admit the wine is indeed not bad, but do you have to be like this?" the old lady said with a mixture of laughter and tears.

Old Mr. Jiang grunted and said, "This is medicinal wine with health benefits, not like the haphazardly brewed stuff out there, it’s really good for nourishing the body."

"Since I’ve had this wine, I sleep well every night, and I feel incredibly spirited during the day, this wine is no simple thing."

It wasn’t an exaggeration. Given the effects of this wine, if sold outside, plenty of people would pay a fortune for it.

Nourishing for the body, indeed valuable.

Old Madam Jiang didn’t know much about wine and couldn’t drink it, and thus didn’t quite understand her husband’s sentiments.

All she said was, "If you like it, once you’ve finished, I’ll call Tangtang and ask her to buy two more bottles."

Speaking of the girl, a touch of concern appeared on the old lady’s face, "I don’t know how that young girl is doing now."

A gleam of approval flashed in Old Mr. Jiang’s eyes for Lin Tang; he had a high opinion of her.

"That young girl is very clever. Just you watch, she has a bright future ahead of her."

Someone who is smart and quick-witted is appreciated everywhere.

Old Madam Jiang’s eyes crinkled into smiles, "Tangtang is indeed smart."

Thinking of the nearly empty bottle of medicinal wine, Old Mr. Jiang suddenly said, "Call Tangtang tomorrow, my medicinal wine is running out, and it’ll take time to mail it over, the sooner we ask, the sooner it will arrive."

Having gotten used to drinking a cup before bed, seeing the bottle nearly empty was indeed making him anxious.

Old Madam Jiang’s face showed resignation.

"Alright, alright, I’ll make the call tomorrow."

The old man rarely enjoyed something this much, and since it wasn’t harmful to his health, she wasn’t one to be stringent about it.

After finishing his wine, Old Mr. Jiang went to the bathroom. His biological clock reminded him it was time to sleep, so he went back to his room.

He even forgot to put away the wine bottle on the table.

His son, Jiang Tao, returned home after finishing work, finding the house exceptionally quiet.

He paused for a moment, then remembered his wife had taken the children to her parent’s home and then he understood.

Jiang Tao loosened his shirt collar and slumped on the sofa in a daze.

Enjoying the rare peace and quiet.

He glanced at the wine bottle on the table.

Picked it up out of curiosity.

Uncapped it, sniffed it, quite fragrant indeed.

Just, not much left.

Jiang Tao poured himself a cup.

With one sip, the man felt all his fatigue vanish.

He felt as if he could work overtime for another month straight.

"...Good wine."

Before he knew it, the bottle was empty.

After drinking, Jiang Tao felt a hint of disappointment.

Too little!

Forget it, he’d ask his father tomorrow.

The wine was good; he’d buy a bottle for himself as well.

Jiang Tao worked at the train station with a highly irregular schedule and suffered greatly from sleep issues, plagued by chronic insomnia and restless nights, feeling just as tired each morning as if he hadn’t slept at all.

That night, however, he slept soundly until the break of day.

If not for a slipper smacking his face, Jiang Tao thought he could sleep until the afternoon.

Looking at the slipper on his face, the groggy man was bewildered.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Jiang Tao’s voice was heavy with sleepiness.

He was completely clueless as to why he was greeted with his father’s slipper first thing in the morning.

Deep down, he felt... quite wronged.

"You’re asking me what I’m doing?" Old Mr. Jiang was fuming, "You drank all of my wine, and you have the nerve to ask me what I’m doing?"

The old man had always been a dignified person, never having uttered a coarse word in his life, but now his son had infuriated him beyond measure.

Jiang Tao was utterly perplexed in his daze.

What? His own son couldn’t even handle that bit of alcohol?

"Dad, it’s just a bottle of leftover wine, are you serious?" he said in disbelief.

Just?!

Old Master Jiang’s anger soared.

He exclaimed angrily, "I haven’t even been willing to share a sip with new friends I’ve made over chess, and you, my son, drank it all. And now you have the nerve to say ’it’s just’?!"

He patted his chest, trying to suppress the rage within.

"Talking about ’it’s just’... If you’re so capable, try getting me two bottles," the old man said in a seemingly calm tone, but with an eerily unsettling feeling to it.

Jiang Tao felt that it was just two bottles of wine, and his old father was being too serious. He was rather speechless about it.

"I’ll buy it!" His face was full of resignation. "Dad, where did you buy this wine from? It’s quite effective, I want to get two bottles for myself too."

And to be fair, that wine was really not bad.

Old Master Jiang chuckled coldly.

"Buy? This wine was a gift from the young lady who lives in the courtyard of your mother and me, personally made by Comrade Lin. You talk about buying?"

"I’ll give you half a month. You go and try! I’d like to see if you can get any."

Jiang Tao: "..."

Such good wine, and the person doesn’t even know him, would she really be willing to sell it to him?

He was skeptical.

And so, Jiang Tao was left speechless.

When Old Lady Jiang came in, she saw the father and son glaring at each other like fighting cocks.

"What’s happened now?"

Acting like an aggrieved child, Old Master Jiang pointed at Jiang Tao and complained furiously, "You ask him."

Although Jiang Tao was an adult in his forties, he still felt wronged.

Especially in front of his old mother who had always spoiled him, the sense of injustice surged like a fountain.

"Mom, I just drank a bottle of the leftover wine my dad had, and he slapped me with a slipper."

The old lady looked at her husband and couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.

But thinking of how much the old man cherished that wine, it seemed reasonable to her that the son got hit with a slipper.

"Your dad barely drinks that wine himself, and you went and finished it. If I don’t hit you, who do I hit?" the old lady said, not without irritation.

Jiang Tao was dumbfounded.

After half a minute of silence, he said, "I’m going on a business trip in a few days, I’ll ask around then."

He hoped that the girl would have some in stock.

Hearing this, Old Master Jiang felt victorious again.

The stern look on his face finally broke into a smile.

He instructed seriously, "Be polite, and I want two bottles."

Seeing his father so worldly-wise, Jiang Tao replied expressionlessly, "Understood."

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When the medicinal wine began to show its power, the ’Moonlight Skin Cream’ launched by the Provincial City Daily Chemical Product Factory quickly became a top product in the skincare industry domestically upon its release.

It jumped to become even more popular than the prestigious brand’s creams.

That day.

Qin Suqing came running excitedly to find Lin Tang.

"Tangtang, Tangtang, the skin cream is out!!!" she said with particular excitement.

While speaking, she put a bottle of skin cream on the table.

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Crisp, clear letters spelling ’Moonlight’ were printed on the bottle.

"Eh? Where did you see this?" Lin Tang, holding the glass jar, asked curiously.

"My dad bought it at the Department Store in the Provincial City. Guess how much one box costs?" asked Qin Suqing.

Her jaw almost dropped when she heard the price of this skin cream.

Lin Tang pondered for a moment, then said, "About six yuan, right?"

Mass production lines reduce costs, so six yuan isn’t too little.

Qin Suqing didn’t expect Tangtang to guess it correctly right away and nodded continuously, "...You’re right."

Lin Tang: "The price is reasonable."

After speaking, she casually remarked, "I wonder how the sales are going..."