In the kitchen, his mother was standing in front of the stove, sweating profusely with a pot in one hand and a shovel in the other, while his father stood beside him, holding a fruit platter in one hand and a fruit fork in the other, occasionally stuffing a piece of fruit into her mouth while his mother was free.

Su Mu sniffed his nose, walked into the kitchen, approached his mother, and asked in a low voice, "Mom, what are you burning, it's so fragrant." ”

"Salt-and-pepper pork ribs." Su Mu's mother threw the blanched pork ribs into the oil pot and rolled them, while opening her mouth to eat the cherries sent by his father, and said in a slurred voice: "What time is it, why hasn't Xiaoli come back yet." ”

"It's eleven forty-five." Su Mu glanced down at the time on his phone and replied casually.

"Oh, that's still ten minutes, Xiaoli is going to be home." After Su Mu's mother ate the cherries in her mouth, she spit out the core, then reached out and took the cruet bottle filled with salt and pepper and sprinkled some into the pot and said, "Hurry up and clean up the table, and when Xiaoli comes back, we will prepare for lunch." ”

Su Mu sniffed, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand towards the ribs in the pot and said, "I'll help you taste it and see if it's cooked." ”

"Go, don't steal it!" Su Mu's mother slapped Su Mu's outstretched hand, gave him a blank look, and said, "Hurry up and clean up the table for me." ”

"Mom......" Su Mu looked at her with a helpless expression, pouted and said, "It's been so many years, I really doubt if I was born to you." ”

"No, you picked it up from the trash, and now you know the truth, are you happy??" Su Mu's mother didn't think about it, and said directly to him: "Hurry up and go." ”

“……”

Su Mu glanced at her helplessly, walked to the restaurant resignedly, and simply cleaned up the things on the table.

By the time he had packed up all his things, Su Mu's mother had already walked out of the kitchen with the pretzel pork ribs.

As soon as she put the plate on the table, there was a sound of the door opening the door downstairs, and then Su Xiaoli's crisp voice sounded happily from downstairs: "Mom, I'm back!" Is my brother back? ”

Su Mu stood at the top of the stairs with a smile, looking at Su Xiaoli who was standing at the door changing his slippers, and said with a hint of ridicule in his voice: "Do you miss me so much??" ”

"Brother." Su Xiaoli changed his slippers, ran all the way upstairs, threw himself into his arms and said, "Hurry up, what about the signed photo, did you bring it back for me?" ”

"Brought it back." Su Mu looked at her dotingly, reached out and rubbed her shaggy hair and said, "Put it on the shoe cabinet downstairs, look at you looking forward to it so much, why, being able to video with me every day can't satisfy your thoughts about me?" ”

"Not really." Su Xiaoli grimaced at him and said, "I asked for it for my tablemate, she is your super fan." ”

The smile on Su Mu's face froze, one hand hung in the air, raised his eyebrows and asked her, "What do you mean, didn't you ask for it yourself?" ”

"Of course not." Su Xiaoli took advantage of his inattention, turned around and ran directly to the shoe cabinet in the living room downstairs, took out the photo album in the gift bag, opened it and looked at it, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Hehe, Xiaoxiao will definitely be happy." ”