"Okay, I'll be there soon. Hmm, there's no traffic on the way."

Before reaching home, Liao Ma received numerous phone calls.

Liao Qing was still apprehensive on the way, as he had never known how to interact with relatives. The concept of parents was truly too distant for him.

"Stinky brat! So you actually know how to come back! You might as well just die outside!"

"Woof woof woof woof woof!!" (Brother, I'll take the lead and go ahead.)

"I... Wah, if I knew I was coming back to eat bamboo stir-fried pork strips, then I might as well have stayed in the hospital!"

Liao Qing wanted to escape, but was immediately caught by Liao Ma who vigorously hit him with a chicken feather duster.

On the side, Liao Ning wore an expression of "I really can't help you."

Although the chicken feather duster appears to be quite impressive, in reality, it doesn't have any effect when used on the body.

"Mom, I'm scared! I won't dare to do it again next time!"

Liao Ba could not restrain his own wife, and could only watch helplessly as their beloved son was beaten up. However, he deserved it.

Liao Ma has finished scolding, and her anger subsided. Now, her motherly love for her son emerged, as she picked up Liao Qing and put dishes in his bowl, saying, "This crucian carp is your favorite. Your dad just caught it. It's all for you to eat."

If it was in the past, Liao Qing could have easily stuffed this tableful of food into his stomach. But this body's combat power is really too weak; it couldn't even handle two bowls of rice. From now on, he needs to seriously train his appetite.

The warm water gently flowed over the forehead and then to the ears. The gentle massage soothed the entire body, allowing every limb to relax. The scent of shampoo filled the nostrils.

As Liao Ma washed his hair, she scolded him, "You're already so old, and you still need your mom to wash your hair. Isn't that embarrassing?"

"Not embarrassing, feels so good~"

"Why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry." Liao Qing wiped his eyes and said, "Mom."

"Ah."

After a long pause, he called out again, "Mom..."

"Will you run away from home again next time?"

Liao Qing sniffled and shook his head.

I lay in the fragrant bed, which was soaked in the scent of the sun, and instantly felt a wave of drowsiness engulf me. So, this is what it feels like to have a mother.

No need to wash your hair yourself, and your clothes will also be fragrant.

He felt that the Liao Qing in the novel before was simply too ignorant of enjoyment. Fighting is loving, scolding is taking care *(Ｔ▽Ｔ)*.

"Why is our son so lovable?" Liao Ma went to his room and looked around. The quilt was all kicked off, and he was sound asleep, hugging a pillow. She quickly tucked him in with the covers and then couldn't help but grow more fond of him. She leaned over and planted a mother's trademark deep kiss on his forehead.

"Alright, who knows who started the fight just now."

What kind of attitude is that?! Lao Liao! Your bones have hardened, haven't they? Why didn't you stop me just now?

"Dede, it's all my fault, alright?"

Facing his "adorable wife", General Liao, who used to command with precision on the battlefield, was now forced to surrender and admit his defeat.

The next morning, Liao Qing, who was still half asleep, was dragged out to wash up and have breakfast.

"Is the schoolbag packed?"

Liao Qing, who was still immersed in his dreams, suddenly woke up: "Huh?"

"...Are you asking for another beating? Are you not going to school anymore?"

"What... What?"

Mrs. Liu quickly tidied up the young master's school bag and presented it, saying, "Madam, here it is."

"Okay." Liao Ma glanced at Liao Qing and said, "If only you were half as smart as your brother when it comes to studying, I would be completely satisfied."

Liao Ning, who was inexplicably blamed, said, "It's fine, Mom. I will give him guidance."

"By the way, you wouldn't happen to have forgotten how to get to school, right?"

"...Who the fuck remembers!"

In order to build up Liao Qing's physical strength, he was made to walk to and from school on his own. He was strictly forbidden from being picked up or dropped off, even though the distance was five kilometers.

"Today's a bit tight on time. Since I happen to be heading in that direction, let me give you a ride."

Liao Qing looked at the scenery outside the window. His exceptional memory instantly memorized the signs along the way to avoid getting lost when he came back later. It was only five kilometers, roughly estimated. If he were to run back with this body, it would probably take around twenty minutes.