The table is set with eight dishes—four meat and four vegetable courses. As it's a family dinner, there's no need for grandeur; just enough to satisfy everyone. From among the gifts he brought, Zhou Mingchu pulls out a bottle of Fēitian Maotai wine and smiles, saying, "Xiao Feng, let's all have a few glasses. It's rare that Sister is this happy!" "I have no questions," Qin Feng readily agrees. "Great!" Zhou Mingchu raises his thumb, opens the bottle, and hands it to his daughter, Zhou Muxi, "Let's pour everyone a glass!" "Why me?" Zhou Xiao Niu asks, sounding slightly put out. Zhou Uncle huffs, "Who made you the youngest? Hurry up!" Just now, he'd been called away from the kitchen by the mother and daughter, and finally found himself in a position to shine—after all, he'd recently made a mistake before his wife and had to bow and scrape. Now, with his daughter being the only one who could command him, he wasn't about to miss this chance. Zhou Xiaoniu held her mouth high, took the wine bottle, and began pouring for everyone. The women, not particularly strong on wine, only filled their glasses a little to show appreciation; Old Dad, though he had a good palate, was a bit older now, so he preferred to drink less—his glasses were filled to about three-quarters. As for Qin Feng, Zhou Xiaoniu poured generously, almost overflowing. Qin Daxiao, with a glance of amusement, watched her delightedly, thinking that such small gestures would be enough to win over his brother—how naive she was. Zhou Mingchu was the first to extend birthday wishes to his sister, and the group began clinking glasses. The four women sipped lightly, and as the newcomer to this family, Qin Feng quickly became the target of their attentions. Shu, the police officer, knew his drinking ability was exceptional, so she simply sat back, smiling quietly, without offering any encouragement. Seeing her chance, Zhou Xiaoniu kept approaching him with various excuses to toast with him. Xiao Niu's mouth was always eloquent—never citing excuses like being a delicate woman or having a weak stomach, but instead, always managing to sip just a little while exchanging a half cup, or even a full cup, with Qin Feng. The bottle of Fēi Tiān Máo X wine was quickly drained, and Zhou Mingchu originally didn't plan to drink much, but his daughter wouldn't take no for an answer, so he ended up opening a second bottle. Though Xiao Niu always came out on top each time, cumulatively she had consumed quite a bit, her cheeks flushed and her bright, lively eyes now glistened with a subtle allure due to the alcohol. Every time her gaze shifted, she would find a fresh excuse, and Qin Da-shao would have to raise his glass again. "That should be enough," Zhou Mingchu observed, noting that at least one full bottle out of the two and a half had been consumed by Qin Feng—his new son-in-law, already swayed to the point of being slightly unsteady on his feet on his very first day. It felt a bit inappropriate. Both Zhou Fu and Zhou Shiqian agreed it was about time, yet Xiao Niu interjected, " "Of course he knew Xiao Niu wasn't sincere, yet he didn't feel the need to expose her. Nodding, he said, 'Today is Auntie's birthday. Everyone's happy—surely we should all enjoy ourselves!' 'Exactly. Future-in-law has already said that. So, Dad, why not raise your glasses one more time?' Xiao Niu began encouraging her father. She knew her father's drinking capacity, which is why she dared to push him into the situation. While pouring wine for the two of them, she asked, 'Auntie, I just saw Future-in-law present you with a gift. What was it? Surely something valuable!' Naturally drawn into the conversation by her daughter's curiosity, Mrs. Zhou asked, 'What was it? Would you mind showing it off so we can all take a look?' Mrs. Zhou's expression slightly changed. 'Actually, it's not much—just a beauty product developed by Xiao Feng's company. Hehe!' 'Really? Then we absolutely must take a closer look.' Zhou Fu-ren was even more enthusiastic. For women of this age, the importance they place on their appearance has reached a point that is truly astonishing. Being relatives, Zhou Shi-qian couldn’t easily refuse them, so she brought out the redwood box. The mother and daughter expected it to contain some kind of cream or milk-based cosmetic, but upon opening it, they found only two chocolate balls similar to McLaren’s. Their interest immediately waned. Zhou Xiao-niu, in a skeptical tone, asked, “Future-in-law, are you sure these two little things will work for Aunt Zhou?” Qin Feng calmly picked up a piece of stir-fried pork, chewed it slowly, and then swallowed it before speaking. “If they don’t work, I’ll compensate Zhou Aunt with my entire company. One serving can maintain her appearance unchanged for three years; two servings can extend that to five years!” “That’s truly remarkable,” Zhou Fu-ren exclaimed, her eyes wide as she gazed at the two chocolate balls, filled with admiration. "Uncle Maternal, Qin Group is about to enter the cosmetics industry soon. When that happens, I'll have Xiao Feng reserve a top-tier product line for you—guaranteed to be better than anything on the market," Shu Jinghua smiled. Mrs. Zhou was delighted: "That's wonderful! I'll be sure to thank Xiao Feng for that!" Mrs. Zhou Mu Si murmured beside her: "Is it really that good? Don't go over the top with your promises!" "Miss, if you don't believe me, go try it yourself," Qin Feng insisted firmly. "I can't guarantee everything else, but I promise you'll always stay as you are now—forever!" Of course, he wasn't exaggerating. Lin Caiwei had successfully developed the Anti-Aging Pill. Just one pill, and a cultivator could maintain their youthful appearance for decades. More importantly, the pill could preserve a person's body shape unchanged. Compared to cultivators, ordinary people's bodies contain countless impurities and toxins that hinder the absorption of medicinal effects. Yet, even with that, the pill could maintain youthful appearance for up to ten years. To put it plainly, the benefits of the Anti-Aging Pill are more than triple those of a regular beauty pill. "Really?" Zhou Xiaoniu naturally didn't believe it—these days, beauty product advertisements are everywhere, always claiming that advertising outperforms actual results. "Then prove it," Qin Feng countered, holding his cone-shaped face firmly, then smiled down at her. "Besides, maintaining your appearance and figure seems to be more advantageous than a drawback for you. I can't imagine you still looking exactly as you do today after ten years—what if you're unable to find a suitable match by then?" Facing his skeptical and condescending gaze, Zhou Muzhi responded with a burst of enthusiasm, "What's there to be afraid of? Miss Grand, I actually studied performance with a focus on modeling—anyone who wants to sign with me is a blessing!" Qin Dashi was momentarily surprised, "You studied modeling?" "So? Isn't that sufficient?" Zhou Xiaoniu straightened her posture proudly. Yet her figure was too slender, leaving little fullness in her bust. According to Qin Dashi's observation, she likely had a small A-cup, definitely no larger than 32. Shu, the police officer, explained beside her, "My sister studied performance at China Theatre. Don't underestimate her, Xiao Feng—who knows, in a few years, Si Si might become a rising star in the entertainment industry!"