872: C872 Do You like the Food Your Dad Makes

C872 Do You like the Food Your Dad Makes

Standing in front of the door, Ye Ziheng looked at the familiar door. He raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but his hand couldn't help but hover in the air.

It had been four years. It had been a full four years. There had been no news of him. He wondered what his parents would look like when he saw them again.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

With a heavy heart, Ye Ziheng knocked on the door of his house.

"The door isn't locked. Open it and come in."

His mother's voice came from inside. Ye Ziheng held the door handle and twisted it. The door slowly opened.

As soon as he entered, Ye Ziheng saw his parents sitting on the sofa watching TV. When he heard the door open, he turned to look at Ye Ziheng.

"You're back."

Ye Ziheng's mother said.

"En, I'm back."

Ye Ziheng nodded and replied.

"Then go and wash the bowls in the kitchen."

Ye Ziheng's mother said again.

Ye Ziheng was stunned when he heard that.

What!? He had been away from home for four years! Is this all you have got? Am I really your biological child!

But seeing that his parents were still watching the TV series without paying any attention to him, Ye Ziheng could only sigh. Then, he obediently went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. As for Kui and Hei, they squatted by the side and watched the television.

"How long are you staying here this time?"

Ye Ziheng's mother's voice was heard for the first time. Ye Ziheng washed the bowl in his hands and thought for a while.

"About a month or two."

Ye Ziheng said, although he had almost finished what he needed to do. There was still a group of Heretic Warrior here, and the five major sects were showing signs of attacking. For a long period of time after that, Ye Ziheng was afraid that he would have to throw himself into the fight with Heretic Warrior.

Looking at the intelligence abilities of Heretic Warrior and the others, Ye Ziheng was sure that they were on par with the five major sects in terms of numbers. In fact, they were even more powerful than the five major sects.

Of course, in the world of martial arts, one could not win by having more people. What was more important was strength.

If one was powerful, he could fight against a hundred people at the same time. However, those who were weak were useless on the battlefield. If they went up there, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths.

After hearing Ye Ziheng's answer, Ye Ziheng's mother hesitated for a few seconds. Finally, she sighed and stood up.

"What do you want to eat? I'll go out and buy some food for you."

Ye Ziheng was stunned for a moment. Soon, a smile appeared on his face and he quickly said.

"As long as it's made by Mom, I like it."

Ye Ziheng's mother showed a faint smile, but before she could say anything, her father, who was sitting on the sofa, could not sit still. He looked at Ye Ziheng and asked.

"Then do you like the food your father makes?"

Hearing this, Ye Ziheng went silent. He quickly turned his head and quietly washed his bowl without saying anything.

Seeing this scene, Ye Ziheng's father couldn't help but roll his eyes at Ye Ziheng.1

"Alright, I'm going out to buy groceries. You two can chat."

After saying that, he walked out.

However, for some reason, the moment the door closed, Ye Ziheng seemed to hear a trace of sobbing. He didn't know where this sound came from. It was very soft. It only existed for a moment. He didn't know if he had misheard it. But in the end, he still buried his head in washing his bowl.

Very quickly, Ye Ziheng finished washing his bowl, wiped his hands, and casually tidied his things. Then he walked to the living room and sat beside his father to watch TV.

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