That day, the closed beta players logged off and woke up again. Then Xiao Jie packed up his rented room and belongings. After handing everything over to the landlord, he set off that same day with his few pieces of luggage, driving his newly bought True New Energy car across a thousand miles back to his home in a third-tier small city in the neighboring province.
By the time he parked in the space by the stairwell of his apartment building, it was already dark.
"..."
When Xiao Jie carried his suitcase up to the sixth floor and opened the door with his key, a familiar smell washed over him.
It was the smell of an old house, mixed with the age of wooden furniture, lingering kitchen grease fumes, and the faint mildew scent from the walls.
After all, it was a house nearly thirty years old. He did not dwell on it, merely dragged his suitcase inside, leaned it against the wall, and left it there for the time being.
Then he closed the door and immediately took a box from the bag he carried with him—his gaming visor. Only after bringing it into his room and locking it away did he return to the living room.
He did not wait for his mother to come home. He changed his shoes, washed his hands, then carried another bag into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and began washing vegetables, chopping them, and rinsing rice.
That was right!
He was preparing dinner. On his way back, he had deliberately detoured to the largest farmers' market in the city and bought a heap of fresh ingredients, all so he could properly celebrate with his mother.
As for what they were celebrating, that went without saying.
More than half an hour passed