Chapter 216: The Taste of Home
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He decided that it would be better for the two of them to continue to hone in the "City of Reincarnation" for a while, and then make arrangements for the two of them after he shuttled to other worlds again.
After all, the earth where Fang Yan is now located is a physical universe world, which is suppressed by physical rules, and he has many means that are difficult to deploy, and it is difficult to arrange the identities of the two seamlessly.
It's a different story in other worlds where the rules are looser.
As for where the next world is going? Several familiar figures suddenly flashed through his mind at this moment.
Faintly, Fang Yan had already made a decision in his heart.
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I didn't sleep all night.
Without notifying his parents, when the sky was just dawning, Fang Yan couldn't wait to go to the station and buy a train ticket back to his hometown.
Although the dialect was like an arrow, he didn't want to cause any trouble to his parents, so he decided to go home honestly according to the ordinary people's methods, instead of choosing to fly home with witchcraft or telekinetics.
The hometown of the dialect is not far from the Shang city, and they are all in the same province. So just after noon, the dialect had already arrived at its destination.
It's just that when Fang Yan stood at the door of his house, he couldn't help but feel a sense of homesickness in his heart.
"It's been less than a month since my parents last separated, but for me, it's been two years......" Fang Yan sighed in his heart, wondering how he would react when he met his parents.
Taking a deep breath, Fang Yan was about to step into the door when suddenly the door of the neighbor's house next door "creaked".
Fang Yan couldn't help but turn his head to look, and found that walking out from behind the door was a middle-aged woman with a somewhat chubby body, who looked very familiar.
Fang Yan's heart moved, and he soon found the person's memory in his own memory.
At this time, the chubby middle-aged woman also discovered the dialect of the pestle at the door, and after being stunned for a moment, she asked with some hesitation: "You...... Are you Xiaoyan? β
Fang Yan smiled and greeted her: "Aunt Liu, it's been a long time, how are you doing?" β
After confirming Fang Yan's identity, a smile suddenly bloomed on Aunt Liu's face, and she stepped forward a few steps forward and directly grabbed Fang Yan's arm: "Oh, Xiao Yan, you just came back?" I haven't seen you for so long, and you've grown taller again? Auntie almost can't admit it! β
"Come, show my aunt - well, not only has she grown taller, but she has also become much more handsome, no worse than those big stars on TV!"
Fang Yan smiled bitterly in his heart, and his enthusiasm for Aunt Liu was really a little unbearable.
However, his appearance at this time has indeed changed a little compared with half a year ago, and it is no wonder that Aunt Liu almost didn't recognize it.
It's no wonder that Fang Yan's original body was destroyed by the space-time turbulence in the space-time rift as early as the first time he traveled through time and space. And his body at the moment was only regained when he shuttled to the "biochemical world", and his appearance was naturally different from the original him.
But fortunately, Fang Yan was still young when he occupied this body, and after more than ten years of uninterrupted temperature adjustment, Fang Yan's body at this moment is not much different from his previous self in appearance.
Only acquaintances like Aunt Liu, who grew up watching dialects, can see the changes in dialects at a glance.
Fang Yan quietly pulled out his arm from Aunt Liu's hand, and said, "Aunt Liu, you have changed a lot enough, I still remember when I saw you half a year ago, you were like this-" Fang Yan stretched out his hand and gestured in a circle,
"And now, you're like thatβ" Fang Yan extended his arms outward twice. "So fat!"
"Hahaha......"
Listening to the words of the dialect, Aunt Liu not only did not get angry, but laughed out loud. Growing up watching dialects, of course she could hear the jokes in dialects, so naturally she didn't care about dialects saying that she was fat.
"You stinky boy, you're still not serious!" Aunt Liu gently patted the dialect with a smile on her face. "Auntie's body is called plump, but it's not fat!"
"Yes, it's plump, plump." Fang Yan smiled, "Yes, I'm not poor with you, I just arrived home, and I haven't even entered the door yet." β
When Aunt Liu heard this,
"Yo, then you kid don't hurry back. Lao Fang and Aman, but they are talking about you every day! β
"Yesterday, I heard Aman nagging and saying: When will my Ah Yan come home!"
The smile on Fang Yan's face froze, and a faint sour feeling appeared in his heart.
The old Fang and Aman in Aunt Liu's mouth are the parents of the dialect.
After graduating, Fang Yan had a bit of a conflict with his father because of his work arrangement. Since then, he has been working in the commercial capital.
And by the time the dialect crossed, he hadn't been home for more than half a year.
Thinking about it at this time, Fang Yan felt that he was really a bastard, and he was angry with his parents because of a trivial matter.
Don't you know that the only people in this world who can really treat you well regardless of reciprocation are your parents!
seemed to notice the change in Fang Yan's mood, Aunt Liu also smiled, patted Fang Yan's arm lightly and comforted: "Xiao Yan, you don't know the temperament of your old man, the typical knife mouth and tofu heart are no longer angry with you." β
"You, apologize to him when you go back, and save his face. Family, how can there be any misunderstanding that can't be overcome, isn't it? β
Fang Yan nodded, trying to suppress the emotions surging in his heart.
After saying goodbye to Aunt Liu and seeing Aunt Liu's figure disappear into the street, Fang Yan took a deep breath and turned around again and walked to the door of his house.
Pulling the key out of his pocket, Fang Yan gently opened the door. Suddenly, an extremely familiar smell wafted from the dialect's nose.
Fang Yan's heart throbbed.
This is the taste of the dishes made by my father! It's also the taste of home!
"Dad," Fang Yan's eyes suddenly moistened, and he shouted towards the kitchen, "I'm back!" β
"Boom, boom," a rush of footsteps came from the kitchen.
After a few breaths, a middle-aged man wearing an apron, a pair of eyes, and a little gray but neatly combed hair walked out of the kitchen, it was Fang's father.
"Coming back?" Father Fang had a straight face, and his tone was a little stiff. But the dialect could be heard from his slightly trembling tone, and his father's heart was not at peace. "Aren't you busy with work, why did you suddenly run back?"
"I miss you, I'll be back!" Fang Yan controlled the surging emotions in his heart, and pretended to be relaxed on his face, "I was a little tired from work, so I took a few days off to go home to rest." By the way, what about my mother? β
"Oh, it's good to come back, just rest if you want!" Although he was a little surprised by the sudden change in his dialect, the expression on Father Fang's face softened, and his tone was no longer pretending to be blunt. "Your mother went to your grandmother's and will be back in a while."
After speaking, Father Fang turned around and walked into the kitchen again, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" You wait first, and the meal will be ready in a while. β
"Well, okay!" Fang Yan replied loudly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a smile.
It didn't take long for Fang's mother, who received a call from Fang's father, to rush back from Fangyan's grandmother's house.
Different from Fang's father's pretense shelf, Fang's mother suddenly shushed when she saw Fang Yan. Until the family was ready to start eating, Fang's mother's mouth never stopped.
For his mother's enthusiasm, Fang Yan felt that he was really in pain and enjoying it at the moment.