After simply cleaning up the house, Ye Fan set out to the Shenzhen-Hong Kong Airport.

It takes about three hours to fly from Beijing to Shenzhen and Hong Kong, so Ye Fan guessed that when he arrived at the airport, his father and mother should have arrived too.

Standing outside the airport, Ye Fan smoked a few cigarettes and thought about how to explain to his father later.

Before he could come up with a solution, my father's phone came first. On the phone, my father urged him to go to the exit gate to pick them up.

It was more than half a year since Ye Fan last saw his father, so when he first saw him, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

My father hasn't changed at all. He still has a stern face and still loves to wear cloth shoes with Zhongshan suits. But when did he need to use dye to cover up his white hair? When did he start? The wrinkles on his face are getting deeper and deeper? Ye Fan couldn't help but ask himself.

Ye Fan's mother is a real woman in the capital and is very enthusiastic about everyone. In the past six months since she arrived in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, if she hadn't been relying on her mother to help him directly, Ye Fan would probably not be able to hold on to what she is today.

"Son, let me see, you have lost weight. You must be under a lot of pressure to work here. I will stew ribs for you tonight!" When my mother saw Ye Fan, she held his hand and said with pain.

The father beside him pissed his beard and glared at him, "What are the pork ribs stewed! I want to stew this kid first!"

When he heard this, my mother quickly protected Ye Fan and said to her father: "How can you yell at the child? I haven't seen you for so long, and you don't feel sorry for the child. How much hardship does he endure outside alone?"

Ye Fan held his mother's hand and said softly: "It's okay, your son may have suffered." After that, he lowered his head and walked to his father, looking like he was admitting his defeat.

"Dad..." Ye Fan shouted weakly.

"Don't call me dad, I don't have you!" Dad shouted.

After shouting, my father thought it was wrong and shouted again: "You don't have my son!"

The atmosphere was very awkward for a moment, and my mother couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, old man. Go back first and get home."

The father didn't say anything, and he angrily took a taxi, and the three of them drove home.

In the car, my mother held Ye Fan's hand and never put it down. She asked with concern: "Son, where is Xiaoxue? Why didn't she come with you?"

My mother has also visited Ye Fan twice before in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, so she naturally knew that the two of them had been living together.

Ye Fan's eyes darkened, "Mom, Xueer and I have broken up."

The father sitting in the front seat snorted coldly: "It should have been a long time ago. If it weren't for her, how could you have the courage to come here?" He always disagreed with Ye Fan and Zhang Xue being together.

"You say less!" Mom interrupted.

"snort!"

The airport is quite far from the pass. The driver drove for about an hour before driving downstairs of Ye Fan's house.

After entering the house, my mother first said: "My son finally has a decent place to live!"

The two times I came to see Ye Fan, and when I saw him and Zhang Xue huddled in that small room, my mother almost burst into tears. When did his son suffer such pain?

"I'm a shared rental with my friend. He's a male colleague. He happened to be on a business trip these days, and you've been staying in my room these two days, and I'll stay in his room." Ye Fan said.

My father put down his luggage and sat on the sofa and said in a deep voice: "Explain and explain to me, what happened to you going to participate in that messy talent show? If your mother hadn't seen the video, I would have been kept in the dark!"

Ye Fan had no choice but to explain: "Aren't I afraid of you worrying? So I never dared to tell you."

When my father knew that Ye Fan had not entered the unit he arranged, but was going to Shenzhen and Hong Kong to pursue his dream, he immediately got angry and broke two vines as thick as his thumb. If it weren't for my mother's stopping him, Ye Fan's life might have been explained there.

Dad slapped the table hard, "If you are really afraid that I will worry, you can go back to the capital with me!"

"I won't go back!" Ye Fan said stubbornly.

The father pointed at Ye Fan and was so angry that he couldn't speak: "You...you..."

My mother quickly smoothed out the situation and persuaded the two of them, "Okay, okay, why are you bothering me? It's time for dinner soon. Son, please accompany me to buy some vegetables. We'll make delicious food tonight!"

"It's my mother who loves me the most!" Ye Fan shouted.

When I arrived at the supermarket downstairs, my mother bought whatever was nutritious, and put a large bag of chicken, duck, fish and meat.

"Mom! That's enough, are you going to move the supermarket back?"

Ye Fan hurriedly pulled his mother.

After hearing Ye Fan say this, my mother stopped.

Carrying two large bags of dishes, my mother started to arrange it in the kitchen as soon as she entered the house.

When it comes to my mother's skills, Ye Fan drools when he thinks of it. His cooking skills are not inherited by one-tenth of his mother. If Ye Fan cooks the food at an ordinary restaurant level, then his mother's cooking skills are Michelin three-star chefs.

Seeing my mother's figure keep coming in and out of the kitchen, one dish of color, fragrance and flavor are put on the table. There are only three people eating, but she insisted on making eight dishes and one soup.

"Mom, are you feeding pigs?" Ye Fan said with a lot of laughter.

My mother laughed and scolded: "You're just talking too much! Hurry up and sit down and eat!"

As soon as the food was delivered to his mouth, Ye Fan had the urge to cry for some reason.

I almost forgot how long it took for me to eat the meal my mother cooked. People always leave home like this, the longer they miss the taste of home, and the more they miss the parents who are happy for you and worry about you.

Just as he was eating, the doorbell rang and Ye Fan quickly ran over and opened the door.

"Oh, are you eating? I smelled the fragrance through both doors." The landlord and aunt said to Ye Fan with something in her hand: "Ah? Are there any guests?"

Ye Fan smiled and said to her, "This is my parents."

He introduced to his parents and said, "My parents, this is my landlord, Aunt Wang."

After saying hello to each other, Aunt Wang smiled and said, "I won't disturb your family's meals. Xiao Ye, this is a specialty brought by Auntie from her hometown. You can eat it with Xuan'er when the time comes."

The father asked in confusion: "Xuan'er?"

Ye Fan was so scared that he almost flew out and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, the person who lives with me is Xuan'er."

"Hey? Is there a boy called this?" My mother made a break at the right time.

The landlord aunt waved her hand: "What boy? That's a girl, she looks so savory!"

It's over, I can't hold it anymore! Ye Fan wailed in his heart.

The father put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at Ye Fan, "Didn't you say that the boy who lives with you is a boy?"

The three people present looked at Ye Fan together.

Ye Fan was sweating heavily and said stammeringly: "You...you listen to my explanation..."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!