Mo Qishen handed the items in his hand to Ni Cuihua, "These are the gifts I brought from F Country for Grandpa Zheng, Grandma Zheng, and you and uncle."
Ni Cuihua smiled and said, "You child, coming here is enough, why bring gifts?"
Grandpa Zheng and Grandma Zheng also liked Mo Qishen very much.
Although Mo Qishen’s reputation wasn’t good, he was truly good to Ni Yang and, based on their understanding of him over time, Mo Qishen wasn’t as difficult as the rumors suggested.
As long as Ni Yang had no objections, neither did they as the elders.
Soon after, Ni Yang walked in from outside.
That evening, after Mo Qishen had some drinks, Ni Yang drove him home.
This time she didn’t speed but drove leisurely. The car didn’t have the air conditioning on, all the windows were down, and a gentle breeze flowed in, making it pleasantly refreshing.
While driving, Ni Yang started discussing Wu Yanyun with Mo Qishen.
Mo Qishen said, "If she really is your second sister, then your third and fourth sisters must still be around too."
Ni Yang nodded, "Hopefully. By the way, tomorrow is Sunday. I just recognized Yanyun’s parents as my godparents, so how about I take you to visit them tomorrow?"
Despite the slow speed of the car, it didn’t take long to arrive at the Mo Family’s house.
Since they were already there, Ni Yang went in with Mo Qishen, planning to greet Mr. and Mrs. Mo.
Seeing Ni Yang, Mr. and Mrs. Mo were very happy, "Yangyang is here! Come in, come in. We just got a few kilograms of green-husk lychees this afternoon from Officer Wu, and I saved half for you, planning to send them over in a couple of days!"
Ni Yang loved lychees, and hearing they were green-husk lychees excited her even more, "Are they Guìlǜ from Zengcheng?"
"Yes, yes, the Guìlǜ from Zengcheng. They’re very sweet and even seedless."
Green-husk lychees were the most expensive among lychee varieties. Ni Yang remembered once, in her previous life, a single green-husk lychee was auctioned for a record high price of 550,000.
After many years, tasting green-husk lychees again transported Ni Yang momentarily back to the future.
Mo Qishen peeled the lychees and placed them on a plate, one after another, quickly filling up a large plate. Ni Yang hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, big brother Mo, I can’t eat that much after dinner."
"Do you not want to eat pomegranate?" Mo Qishen picked up a pomegranate.
Ni Yang shook her head, "No."
Mo Qishen smiled and asked, "Is there any fruit you don’t eat?"
Ni Yang responded, "Pomegranates require spitting out seeds; it’s too much hassle. Lychees are more convenient."
Mo Qishen smiled, took a pomegranate, and slowly started peeling it, his handsome hands clearly defined against the bright red pomegranate, making them particularly striking.
Hearing the noise downstairs, Xiu Yingying immediately ran down.
She had been staying at the Mo family’s house for the past few days, hoping to meet Mr. Mog, so she always rushed over whenever there were visitors at the Mo Family’s house to see if it was Mr. Mog.
Seeing Mo Qishen, Xiu Yingying’s face couldn’t hide her disappointment.
Xiu Yingying, like an eggplant hit by frost, didn’t even want to greet Mo Qishen and listlessly walked back upstairs.
Mr. and Mrs. Mo didn’t like Xiu Yingying much either.
Because the girl lacked manners, barely greeting them and always acting as if someone owed her millions.
If she wasn’t Mo Baichuan’s cousin, they would have kicked her out long ago.
Just then, noises sounded from outside.
Mrs. Mo stood up and said, "It must be Baichuan coming back; I’ll go have a look."
Sure enough, it was Mo Baichuan.
Mo Baichuan had been staying at the base, and he hadn’t expected to see Mo Qishen and Ni Yang upon his return.
"Your Uncle Six came back today, and Yangyang is here too. Go greet them."
"Okay." Mo Baichuan took off his white gloves and walked into the living room, "Uncle Six."
Mo Qishen nodded slightly, "My nephew is back. Didn’t you see your Aunt Six?"
Ni Yang greeted, "Nephew, would you like some lychees?"
What was this back-and-forth exchange about?
Mo Baichuan frowned, "I don’t eat them."
"Oh." Ni Yang didn’t say anything more and continued eating lychees, just being polite.
Mo Baichuan then asked, "When did Uncle Six get home?"