Parents were like that. When you weren't around, they always wanted you to come home.
They wanted to see you.
But when you were with them every day, they got annoyed just looking at you.
They didn't like seeing you play games, and they didn't like seeing you sleep in.
When they really couldn't stand the sight of you, even your sneezing annoyed them.
Another morning, Wang Yi slept until noon before getting up.
After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he ate the food the nanny had prepared.
At last, he didn't have to eat nutrition meals anymore. He could enjoy some home cooking.
A tomato and egg stir-fry, stir-fried shredded potatoes, a plate of smashed cucumber, a few steamed buns, and a bowl of white rice porridge—that was Wang Yi's breakfast.
Of course, Nicole was breastfeeding, so her breakfast was much more elaborate.
Sweet potato and millet porridge;
steamed eggs with rice wine;
rehmannia and beef bone soup...
And Wang Yi's mother had made it all herself.
It made Wang Yi feel as if Nicole were the real daughter.
Nicole had already finished breakfast. Wang Yi sat alone at the dining table, eating slowly as his thoughts gradually turned over.
He considered that he really ought to find something to do.
Eating and sleeping every day, and at most playing with the baby—
this life really was ordinary.
Wang Yi had thought he would enjoy this kind of life.
But after a while, he realized it simply wasn't suited to him.
His parents constantly nagging him was a secondary concern.
The main thing was his personality. It was as if he'd been born to fight.
The NBA games were boring to him now, but at least he was still fighting.
Now that he was retired and at