Everyone felt differently when they were away from home compared to being in the home they had lived in for decades, with their parents by their side. Generally speaking, returning to one's roots was the greatest wish of us Han Chinese.
Chen Mo was the same. Drifting outside and returning home were entirely different concepts. Home always made him feel at ease and comfortable, both physically and mentally. No matter how far he progressed in cultivation, he was still a youngster who needed family and affection in his heart.
Home was forever a harbor from the storm, a place where the soul could rest. Listening to his father's words and his mother's nagging, all his exhaustion gradually faded away.
Father was usually a man of few words, so he and Chen Mo only exchanged a few sentences now and then, with his mother occasionally chiming in.
The dumplings were ready after more than half an hour. They were served with a bowl of dipping sauce containing garlic juice, chili oil, and vinegar, perfect for dipping. Chen Mo ate a huge bowlful and felt a little stuffed.
Mom's cooking really was the best!
After eating, Chen Mo did not go anywhere and simply curled up there for a nap. At his parents' place, eating and sleeping, then sleeping and eating, was standard procedure—awesome! Besides, after running around outside for so long, he had relaxed completely in both body and mind upon returning home. All he wanted was to sleep and properly recover.
He slept until evening before waking up. Chen Mo had rarely slept like this while away. Ever since he began cultivating, he had mostly replaced sleep with meditation. Meditating through the night was no different from sleeping through the night.
But when he truly calmed down and relaxed enough