In a villa in Yanjing, Qiao Yu returned home on the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Her parents were overjoyed to see her return.
"Have you had breakfast? Shall I prepare something for you?" asked her mother, Zhao Yidan.
"Mom, don't fuss. I ate at the airport and I'm not hungry yet. Let's just wait and eat lunch together," Qiao Yu said, waving her hands dismissively.
"You always come back so late. Why do you push yourself so hard?" Zhao Yidan complained.
"For those of us in the baijiu business, the holidays are always the busiest time," Qiao Yu replied casually.
At the mention of business, a look of pride flashed across her father Qiao Hang's face. He looked at Qiao Yu with great satisfaction and smiled. "The whole family knows about your distillery. Your grandfather has been singing your praises, saying you're very accomplished. How is business this year? Is everything still going smoothly?"
