Home is where one feels comfortable.
Qian was sipping the heartwarming soup her mom made and watching her mom's daily routine of scolding her late-returning brother. It gave her a sense of security.
"You little scoundrel! Why didn't you come home after school? Where did you wander off to? You still know how to come back!" Jia Xiufang kicked her son's backside as Chen Zilong dodged and tried to explain.
"The teacher kept us late, Sis, you're back! Help me! Mom's having a menopausal fit and hitting her obedient son again!"
"A tree that doesn't get trimmed won't grow straight. Long, Mom's doing it for your own good." Qian replied gently, while adjusting her glasses with a slightly mischievous gesture.
It had been a while since she watched this scene, it really felt like home.
Warm soup, a nagging mom, a mischievous brother, home was truly wonderful.
