"I just made dumplings, you can eat as soon as you get back!"
"Hmm..."
After a brief exchange, Li Younan focused on driving, and in just over ten minutes, his car was parked downstairs at his mom's workplace compound.
This was a product of the era before the housing provident fund.
Back then, before there was a housing provident fund, employees working in units were allocated houses. His mom was among the last batch, receiving a small two-bedroom apartment of less than seventy square meters, which was more than enough for a family of three.
It was an old house from over two decades ago, and each building had only five or six floors, without elevators. The buildings were cement gray, exuding a sense of age.
But Li Younan only felt warmth and security.
At the gate, the security guard, Old Zhang, stopped the car, and Li Younan rolled down the window, "Grandmaster Zhang, it's me!"
