Li Xiang arrived at the university gate, and sure enough, he saw the entrance at a glance, where it was lively, with several of those simple snack carts set up there.
It's actually just a tricycle, then modified on top to create a stove on a countertop.
He looked over and saw his father Li Shuanzhu, wearing a greasy apron, unkempt beard, and the once generous belly had long since shrunken, now the whole person was dark and thin, with more wrinkles on his face, and hair almost half white.
With a smiling face, he's busy around the stove, making pancakes with fruit.
Li Xiang felt a pang in his heart, involuntarily comparing it to the days his mother spent in Modu.
Long hair curled into waves, elegantly made-up face, the neat suit, high heels showing his mother as graceful and refined, always driving that white Mercedes, at every meeting, dozens of people under her command listening to her.
Yes, without his mother, Li Shuanzhu was nothing.
