As dusk approached, Yusuf Zuck finally returned home, driving back in a big seven-seater Mercedes-Benz Viano, a commercial vehicle. Although it was a seven-seater, seating more than ten people was no problem, and moreover, the car wasn’t expensive, costing just over four hundred thousand yuan in total. Felix Zuck had stewed a big pot of fish, Ruth Wilcox had mixed a cold dish, and Sophia had stewed a pot using medicinal herbs, containing chicken feet, pig’s trotters, spare ribs, among other ingredients, along with various vegetables, all infused with a faint scent of traditional Chinese medicine. Rachel Fournier had also stir-fried a dish, specifically stir-fried fern root noodles. In total, there were four dishes, several bottles of Wuliangye baijiu, and a few bottles of red wine. After all, Chinese New Year was coming, and what do you do for Chinese New Year? Of course, you eat. Sophia loved to eat, Rachel Fournier also loved to eat, and although Ruth Wilcox wasn’t such a fan of eating, she did enjoy the process of cooking. "Come on, come on, everyone sit down, sit down. Bunny boy, drink baijiu with me; the three of you, red wine," Mr. Zuck was especially happy, eating alone versus eating with a crowd made for a completely different atmosphere. He truly loved having many people at home; the more, the better. "I also want to drink baijiu," Sophia suddenly raised her hand and said. "I’d like to have some baijiu too," Harley Strong said with an embarrassed face, sneaking a glance at Yusuf Zuck. "What’s this, you all drinking baijiu, leaving me to drink red wine alone?" Ruth Wilcox said, half laughing, half crying. "Why don’t you have some too?" Yusuf Zuck said with a laugh. "Just a little, pour me a small one," Ruth Wilcox said, feeling exceptionally happy and suddenly feeling like she had come home. She felt that in this new home, in front of Mr. Zuck, she could really relax. It seemed like there was a natural affinity between them, and she considered this place her own home, without feeling any strangeness. This place was much warmer than her home far away in the United States. "What do you mean a little? Pour it full, pour it full!" Mr. Zuck grabbed the bottle and filled Ruth Wilcox’s glass to the brim without further discussion! "Let’s raise a toast," the old man said as he lifted his glass. "Chinese New Year’s here, what a joy, seeing you all, seeing little Bunny boy, fills my heart with joy. Ruth is a good girl, I could tell she was down-to-earth and calm at first glance!" "Sophia is sweet and innocent; Harley is composed and has a presence. It’s great that you all are together. After this drink, we’ll be one family," the old man tipped back his head and downed his glass of baijiu. "Uncle Zhang, you’re such a good person too," Rachel Fournier said with a smile, promptly emptying her glass second, cool and composed. "I’m downing it too; I’m going to live here for a year!" Sophia, cheerful as ever, also finished her glass. "It’s 52 degrees; what are you doing," Ruth Wilcox said, filled with anxiety. Mr. Zuck said a drink together made us family, so Rachel and Sophia didn’t hesitate, while she was left staring at a glass of 52-degree baijiu, having never drunk before. "Just have a little, don’t down it. Who’s going to take care of you if you do?" Yusuf Zuck said with a laugh. "Who needs you to take care of me?" Ruth Wilcox glared at Yusuf Zuck, then grit her teeth and drained the glass. "All good kids here!" the old man praised them. "If they drink with you, they’re good kids, huh? You..." Yusuf Zuck rolled his eyes at Felix Zuck and downed his own glass in one go. "Let’s eat, let’s eat, hurry and have some dishes," Felix Zuck started serving dishes to Ruth and the other two. Ruth felt dizzy, the alcohol was too strong and hit her too quickly. As for Harley, after filling her second glass, she engaged in a spirited toast with the old man. "Back when I was alone in the mountains, I would always have some baijiu in my gourd to drink by myself. First, to stave off the cold, and second, because I like the taste of strong liquor." It turned out that Harley was a Wine Fairy, casually drinking like Felix Zuck, enjoying a few sips when there was nothing else to do. Yusuf Zuck was speechless, and so was Ruth Wilcox. The meal took nearly two hours, and during it, Ruth Wilcox excused herself, having had two drinks before slipping into unconsciousness; Yusuf Zuck carried her up the stairs on his back. After consuming a liter and a half, Sophia too was hoisted up the stairs on Yusuf Zuck’s back. In the end, it was the old master Felix Zuck who got drunk; he drank over two liters, his tongue swelling up as he talked about brotherhood with Rachel Fournier, arm in arm, until eventually, Yusuf Zuck carried him upstairs as well. Rachel Fournier didn’t have much, apparently just three bottles, her face wasn’t flushed, and she seemed doubly spirited. "Well, you’ve knocked out three people!" When Yusuf Zuck was helping Felix Zuck upstairs, Rachel Fournier was still sitting at the dining table, drinking and seemingly relishing every sip. "I’m planning to settle down here, you don’t mind, do you?" Rachel Fournier said with a smile, "The climate here is nice, I can fish, and with such a big house with nowhere else to go, Sofia and I have decided to stay here permanently." "I couldn’t ask for more, having you and Sophia here, I can be more at ease about the old man." Yusuf Zuck nodded. "Then it’s settled." Rachel Fournier chuckled heartily. Being without a home or family, to her, the mountains were her home. Now that she could live here, enjoy the seaside life, catch shrimp and fish every day, this was the life she dreamed of. "Yeah, from now on this isn’t just my home, but yours as well, live here with peace of mind." Yusuf Zuck filled her glass again, poured one for himself, clinked glasses with her, and they both finished their drinks in one gulp. "But you need to get a driver’s license as soon as you can, otherwise you, my dad, and Sophia won’t have a car to drive, and that simply won’t do." "Sure, you help me with that." Rachel Fournier replied with a laugh. "Yeah, we’ll sort it out after the holiday." They continued drinking for a while, but Yusuf Zuck couldn’t keep up, as Rachel Fournier never got drunk, so he decided to stop drinking and went upstairs to bed. Follow current novels on novel⁂fire.net Rachel Fournier was left drinking alone until midnight. When the others woke up the next day, they were stunned to see more than twenty empty bottles on the table. In other words, after everyone had gone upstairs to rest, Rachel Fournier had drunk more than ten kilograms of 52% alcohol by herself! More than ten kilograms! Yusuf Zuck and the others felt a shiver down their spines thinking about it, this was a true Wine Fairy. Sara Zuck wouldn’t be back until noon, so in the morning, Yusuf Zuck went shopping with Ruth and the other two ladies, who shopped like madwomen buying food, drinks, utilities, and so forth, piling everything into the car. With the new year just days away, they bought New Year’s edibles, home decorations, couplets, and almost everything they fancied since Yusuf Zuck was footing the bill. In the end, the seven-seater car was stuffed to the brim. Sara Zuck arrived, and it had been nearly a month since she had seen Yusuf Zuck, with only Dream Morrow accompanying her, while Ross’s mother probably stayed in Hong Kong. "Brother~" At the airport, when Sara Zuck ran up and hugged Yusuf Zuck, Dream Morrow also called out ’brother’ and ran over to hug him, as carefree as ever. "Did you put on makeup? Hurry and wash it off when you get home. What does a little girl need makeup for? You’ve made your eyes look like a panda’s. Listen, even if you become an international superstar, don’t ever make yourself up to look like some kind of ghost, it’s scary!" "Why are you ? How do I look like a ghost?" Sara Zuck had only applied some lipstick and eyebrow pencil and put on a bit of foundation, nothing compared to the over-the-top non-mainstream looks. "Brother, you’re wronging our sister here, she’s a star now, she has to put on makeup when she goes out. Otherwise, if the paparazzi catch her without it, they would make her look like an ugly donkey!" "Who’s an ugly donkey, who’s an ugly donkey!" Sara Zuck kicked towards Dream Morrow as he kept chuckling merrily. "Let’s go home, home!" Yusuf Zuck happily threw his arms around Sara Zuck and Dream Morrow’s shoulders, and the three, shoulder to shoulder, walked out of the airport terminal.