The three of them sat around the dining table.
It was a simple meal of three dishes and a soup, all home-cooked, but plated with care. The vegetables were a vibrant green, the sliced meat was tender, and finely chopped scallions floated on the surface of the soup.
Mrs. Xu kept putting food on Xu Wuyi's plate. "Eat more, eat more. Look how thin you've gotten. You must not have eaten well on the battlefield..."
"Mom, I can get it myself." A wave of warmth washed over Xu Wuyi as he held his bowl.
'This is home.'
No matter what you've been through out there, no matter how much blood is on your hands, no matter how heavy the responsibilities on your shoulders, when you come home, you're still just a child in your parents' eyes.
They worry if you're eating or sleeping well, they put food on your plate, and they nag you about not wearing enough clothes.
