Li Wei’s mind was buzzing, not because of the impact of Lin Baici’s words, but because he couldn’t understand why everyone attended college in Haijing for a year, yet the gap was so wide?
Could it be that the food at Haijing Polytechnic is more nutritious?
Should I spend more ti with Bai Ci and eat a few more als at Haijing Polytechnic’s cafeteria in the future?
In the small pavilion within the neighborhood, a group of old n were playing Chinese chess. With every move, they slapped the pieces down on the board with a loud bang, possibly to attract attention or to add to their montum.
Lin Baici entered Unit 2 of Building 6, and the light imdiately dimd.
This is an old neighborhood without an elevator, and even the stairs are made of concrete. Due to years of disrepair, many areas have broken, full of cracks and potholes.
The hallway was already narrow, and so people had placed shoe cabinets, cardboard boxes, and trash bins there, making the space even more cramped.
Carrying his suitcase, Lin Baici went up to the fourth floor. Looking at the brownish-red security door of Unit 402, even though it was worn, there was a familiar warmth emanating from it. Even the ’Fu’ character with a curled corner on the door felt comforting.
Lin Baici pressed down the curled corner of the ’Fu’ character, then took out his key and opened the door.
It’s a little past five now, mom should still be at work!
Sure enough!
Upon opening the door, the house was quiet.
Lin Baici bent over, took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet by the door to change into, washed up in the bathroom, and then returned to the living room.
He opened the windows to let in so air, then took a quick look around his mom’s main bedroom.
As simple as always!
Lin Baici’s ho, 65 square ters, two bedrooms and a living room, so the spare room he stayed in also served as a study and a bedroom.
The single bed is currently covered with a large sheet to keep off the dust.
With his fingers, Lin Baici traced over the books on the shelf; there was no dust, indicating that mom often cleaned here.
Click!
Lin Baici switched on the desk lamp!
The dim yellow light spread the scent of ho; on countless nights, Lin Baici burned the midnight oil under this lamp.
After tidying up the bedroom a bit, Lin Baici checked the ti and headed to the kitchen.
There weren’t any vegetables left, but there were two jars of homade pickles from mom in the refrigerator.
Lin Baici grabbed a pair of chopsticks, opened a jar of pickles, tasted a bite, and as he savored the salty flavor on his tongue, he changed his shoes and went out to buy groceries.
Cooking today, making a sumptuous dinner!
...
At 7 o’clock, dressed in gray work overalls, Li Guiru ca ho from work, opened the door, and saw the living room light on.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Had a thief been here?
Li Guiru couldn’t even change her shoes before rushing to the bedroom to check if her bank card and passbook were still there, but after a few steps, she heard a voice that was familiar to the core.
"Mom? You’re back?"
It’s her son!
The worry on Li Guiru’s face instantly turned into a smile, and she saw her son coming out of the kitchen wearing an apron.
"Why didn’t you call when you ca back?"
Li Guiru complained, turning to head out: "What do you want for dinner?"
She was planning to cook so noodles and scramble eggs with spring onions to make do, but with her son back now, the al had to be nicer.
"I’ve stead so rice, already prepared the dishes, just waiting for you to start cooking when you got back!"
Hearing this from her son, Li Guiru, without washing her hands or changing clothes, hurried to the kitchen: "Why are you fussing around when you just got back?"
Li Guiru was worried that Lin Baici might burn himself or waste food, after all, he hadn’t cooked for a year.
In the kitchen, the pressure cooker was hissing with steam.
On the cutting board lay the vegetables and at Lin Baici had cut, all placed in bowls.
"Go rest, I’ll handle this!"
Li Guiru went to change her clothes and wash her hands, ready to take over.
"No need, I can manage!"
Lin Baici was peeling garlic.
"Alright, just go rest already!"
Since seeing her son, Li Guiru’s tone was sowhat stern, albeit not saying any affectionate words, but the smile on her eyes wouldn’t disappear.
"I’ll be your sous-chef!"
Lin Baici stayed in the kitchen.
As she worked, Li Guiru asked about Lin Baici’s college life, if he was keeping up with his studies, and how he was getting along with his classmates.
"Mom, what do you usually eat?"
Lin Baici watched his mom stir-fry.
"Noodles, stead buns, rice!"
Li Guiru worked swiftly.
"You should eat better!"
Lin Baici doubted.
There were no vegetables at ho, and mom didn’t buy any upon returning, probably trying to save money and make do!
"I eat at the factory at noon, and I’m not hungry in the evening!"
Li Guiru explained.
"How’s the food factory’s performance now?"
This ti Lin Baici returned, he wanted to take his mom away if he couldn’t, he didn’t want her to work anymore.
"It’s quite good!"
Li Guiru was afraid her son would worry, so she didn’t tell him that the factory had a new leader causing chaos, and the factory was almost failing.
It’s heard that to cut costs, the factory was planning to lay off so older workers.
...
After dinner, Lin Baici volunteered to wash the dishes, but Li Guiru stopped him.
"You’ve been on the train all day, you must be tired. Go shower and sleep early!"
Li Guiru wouldn’t let Lin Baici help.
"It’s fine, I’m not tired."
Lin Baici thought to himself that with his physique, even if he drove back from Haijing, he wouldn’t be tired.
Unable to refuse her son, Li Guiru had no choice but to let him do the dishes.
After tidying up, it was past eight, and the two sat down on the sofa.
Lin Baici hadn’t spoken much with his mom when his phone rang.
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