They were going to the airport again, seeing someone off again.
Once again, they got up bright and early, because Luo Qiqiang also had another goal for this trip to fulfill: eating beef offal.
After emptying his bowl, Luo Qiqiang wiped his mouth and nodded at Wang Xiaoliang.
"It lives up to its reputation."
Luo Mom put down her chopsticks and suddenly stared at Luo Bisheng's ankles for two seconds.
"You're not wearing long johns?"
Luo Bisheng glanced down. "Mom, it's not cold here-"
"Not cold?" Luo Mom's voice shot up, as though she'd discovered something earth-shattering. Her hand was already on her son's ankle. "Feel your ankles. They're ice-cold. Be careful, or you won't be able to have children someday."
Luo Bisheng smiled a little awkwardly. "Mom, how are those things even related?"
It was no use.
Luo Mom turned to Wang Xiaoliang. "Xiaoliang, is there a mall nearby?"
"Yes, not far from here."
"Come on, we're buying long johns."
As Wang Xiaoliang started the car, he kept holding back his laughter.
There was one thing he couldn't understand: how had mothers everywhere reached such complete agreement on long johns? North or south, whatever their age or financial circumstances.
Wearing long johns was the ultimate expression of a mother's love.
When they pulled up below the shopping complex, Luo Qiqiang stayed put. "Make it quick. Don't make us miss the flight."
His meaning was clear: he wasn't going up with them.
Wang Xiaoliang didn't want to go up either. "I'll take a quick nap. We got up too early today."
Luo Bisheng looked at his father, then at Wang Xiaoliang. His mouth opened, but in the end, he resigned himself to his fate and got out with his mother.
The car fell quiet.
Wang Xiaoliang didn't sleep. He leaned