After Wang Xiaoming settled Fan Ting, he left the hotel and returned to his home. A big girl in this small town would not have any surprises. Wang Xiaoming was worried about this.

"Oh, Xiao Ming, are you back? You haven't seen each other for several years." A middle-aged woman with gray hair said to Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't recognize who the other party was at all, so he had to have an awkward smile on his face. He said casually with the other party's words, and then said goodbye to his home. He has been away for nearly ten years and has not come back much after graduating from high school, so many people have forgotten what they look like.

Wang Xiaoming was so embarrassed and polite that he talked to the neighbors around him, speeding up his speed toward his own house.

"Oh, Xiao Ming, I'm back? I won't go back this time, right? Big cities are not suitable for people in small towns like us." A strange voice called out Wang Xiaoming again.

"I'm mainly here to see my mother this time and I'll leave." Wang Xiaoming really couldn't remember who the other party was, but why did the other party say so a little harsh? So instead of becoming a little indifferent, I didn't know him anyway.

"Oh, if you ask me, you should come back and accompany your mother well. Although big cities are good, you can't live for long without money. As a man, he is almost thirty years old. It's time to start a family and start a business." The man continued to say his own words.

Wang Xiaoming felt a little uncomfortable. I didn’t spend your family’s money, nor was it a dependent on the family, nor did I grow up with your family’s food. What qualifications do you have to say to me? This is the first thing Wang Xiaoming thought about.

"Well, I just came back and haven't met my family yet, so I've said goodbye." Wang Xiaoming interrupted the other party's endless words, nodded and bowed, and immediately walked into the unit door, leaving only the guy who didn't know who it was, muttering.

His home is located on the right side of the second floor. He skillfully inserted the key and twisted it a few times, then pushed the door hard, and then opened slowly. There was nothing wrong with this door, so his parents didn't think about changing it.

As soon as he walked into the house, Wang Xiaoming heard the cry of his little nephew. I don’t know if he was scared by himself who suddenly opened the door or what happened. Wang Xiaoming just said that the suitcase in his hand was aside, and his mother Han Lu walked out of the inner room.

"Ah, I'm back, why don't I call me? I thought you're back tonight." His mother said to Wang Xiaoming with her child in her arms.

"I just want to give a surprise." Wang Xiaoming smiled and took Xiao Yifan away from his mother's hand, which was his nephew. Xiao Yifan was looking at the stranger with his shiny black eyes.

"This child doesn't admit to giving birth," he said with a smile.

"Yes, this child has no trouble. Apart from being hungry or shit, he will not be messed up." His mother smiled and looked at his son and asked, "You sit with the child in your arms for a while, I'll give you some noodles."

"No need, mom, let's go out for lunch and eat again. I'll have dinner in the morning." Wang Xiaoming shook his head, letting his mother sit aside, while he was teasing the child.

"I finally came here, I'll cook myself. I'll go out to eat next time, and I can't eat the food outside either." Han Lu looked at her son and shook her head.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming remembered that due to radiotherapy, his mother had no saliva in her mouth and could not eat a little spicy taste. None of the food in the restaurants outside was spicy.

Wang Xiaoming didn't insist. Now his mother has no way to go out for a walk because of her poor physical constitution. If she is not careful, she may catch a cold or something. So when she is at home, she always likes to clean up some hygiene or cook some food. If you don't let her do it, she will feel that she has become a useless person in the family, which will aggravate her condition even more.

"By the way, is my dad still there?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

"Yes, maybe you have to stay for a year. After lunch, you can drive your brother's forehead to take a look." Han Lu said to Wang Xiaoming.

"Yes, that's fine." Wang Xiaoming nodded.

Then Wang Xiaoming teased his nephew and told his mother about his preparations to start a business with his friends (fictional). His mother was a little silent when she heard it. In fact, she really wanted her son to return to work here, but her son's mind was not here and she kept trying to leave this town.

"Oh, you'd better talk to your dad about this matter, but don't argue. You've gotten him old. He just thought about it day and night, just hope you can have a stable job." Han Lu sighed and said.

"Well, I will tell my dad well. What I am going to do this time has a good prospect." Wang Xiaoming smiled, unable to tell them the truth, only a lie with good intentions.

Then his mother started preparing lunch, and Wang Xiaoming walked to his suitcase with the child in his arms and took out some toys and new clothes he bought for his nephew, which made Xiao Yifan giggle, which made Wang Xiaoming temporarily forget other worries.

I have to say that sometimes the pure smile of a child is the most powerful and precious thing in the world, and can make people calm down quickly.

Another hour later, Wang Xiaoming's younger brother Wang Xiaohu walked in from outside with his big belly. Perhaps his mother called him, and he was holding a roast chicken and some fruit in his hand, and behind him, his wife Qin Fang also held a watermelon.

"Oh, why are you polite? I'm here with my own home empty-handed." Wang Xiaoming walked over and said jokingly.

"This is yours, and this one, hold it!" Wang Xiaohu kept putting everything in his hand in his brother's hand.

Qin Fang greeted Wang Xiaoming with a smile, then quickly took the things in Wang Xiaoming's hand and looked at her husband with a angrily look. Then she found that Han Lu was not here, so she put the things in her hand on the coffee table, washed her hands and went to the kitchen.

"Oh, my son?" Wang Xiaohu asked.

"I'm asleep, I'll go. If I come, don't ask me, just ask your son?" Wang Xiaoming looked at his younger brother as if he was defeated.

"Oh, by the way, have you not brought any gifts when you came back from Xicheng?" Wang Xiaohu seemed to remember his brother at this moment, and then reached out to his brother with both hands. His part-time job was exactly the same as when he was a child, which made Wang Xiaoming feel warm. This is the taste of home.
Chapter completed!