Soon, the dumplings were ready. During this time, Qin Yuan's grandmother also made a table full of food.
Just as everyone sat down around the table, a middle-aged couple walked in with big and small bags.
"Dad! Mom! We're back!"
The middle-aged man came forward with a few bottles of high-quality Maotai and sat down with a red face.
"You guys! Why did you have to go do business when you're back home? I'm afraid you've almost forgotten about this home!" Qin Yuan's grandfather said unhappily.
"Dad! This time, we came back to introduce the more popular military games from abroad."
"We came back to discuss the cooperation with them, so I was delayed for a while."
The one who spoke was Qin Yuan's father. In his memory, his father had left him to live with his grandfather for as long as he could remember. During this period, he would only come back during the Chinese New Year. Sometimes, he would not even be able to come back for the Chinese New Year because of work.
