On the tenth day of the first lunar month, Mo Jingchun received so many gifts from relatives that he could start a supermarket.
The study room behind the first-floor living room was packed with various types of milk and liquor.
Some of the liquor was ordinary, while some were very expensive.
However, for Mo Jingchun, who doesn't drink, there seemed to be no difference.
Looking at the pile in front of him, Mo Jingchun only felt a headache.
The company was officially opening tomorrow, and Mo Jingchun had to be at the company by this afternoon at the latest.
But what should be done with all these gifts in front of him?
The liquor was fine; the longer it's kept, the better it gets, and it doesn't spoil easily.
But the milk and cookies had expiration dates.
No matter how much Guoguo drank, she couldn't finish it all.
Besides, most milk candy doesn't drink.
Some of the milk, Mo Jingchun dared not give to Candy.
