The calm on the eve of retirement and the calm before the storm. When you open the door of your home, you will be greeted by the familiar aroma of food.
Li Ming took off his shoes and placed his briefcase on the entrance cabinet.
The crisp sound of the spatula colliding with the iron pot came from the kitchen, accompanied by the tune of old songs hummed by my mother.
Everything is no different from every day for the past twenty years.
Warm and stable.
Li Ming felt a warm current in his heart.
My parents will officially retire tomorrow. This kind of stable life will only be more and longer in the future.
He walked into the kitchen, where his father was concentrating on chopping green onions with superb knife skills. Mom, holding the spoon, was busy in front of the stove.
"You're back, Xiao Ming, go wash your hands and start eating right away." Mom ordered without looking back.
"Okay."
Dinner consists of four dishes and one soup, all of which are Li Ming's favorite home-cooked dishes.
The family sat around the dining table, and the atmosphere was just right.
Dad gave him a piece of braised pork with chopsticks and cleared his throat.
"Xiao Ming, your mother and I will officially retire tomorrow.
