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Han Yao's mother had never seen Han Yao being so serious before. She recalled the situation at that time and honestly replied, "Actually, we didn't talk about anything much either. Even when they were chatting about you when you were young, the village aunts still wondered if this boss was interested in you. However, he also asked about Ji Cheng, and about Shen Limei … "

If the name Shen Limei was heard in City A, Han Yao would not be surprised at all.

Han Yao ended the call and wandered around on the street. She was shocked and did not dare to continue asking. She was afraid, what if Ji Cheng's life was really related to Shen Limei, or even Nanfeng Haozhe?

Lying on the bed, she squinted her eyes without moving as she recalled her mother's words. Jiang Ruxue's words, Ling Ling's words, everything was too abnormal.

In the end, what was the connection?

Han Yao thought about it, she was really worried, she also wanted to return home. Perhaps once she returned to her hometown, all these secrets would be exposed.

In the next two days, Han Yao did not think very well, Mrs. Jin had long noticed that she was not in her best state of mind, and thought that there were still a few more days to the competition, so she decided to give Han Yao a break for two more days.

Han Yao excitedly hugged Mrs. Jin, almost to the point of crying from being too moved.

"Let me ask you, did something happen to you?"

Han Yao shook her head, "I am just not in a good mood these days. I miss my mother at home, and I want to go back to my home to visit my mother and brother and sister."

Mrs. Jin never thought that Han Yao would have a younger brother and sister in her hometown. No wonder Han Yao had always been frugal with her food.

"Alright."

After bidding farewell to the boss, Han Yao went straight back to the hotel to pack her stuff and buy a train ticket. Then, she sat on the train ticket back home.

His hometown, the familiar mountains, the scenery, even the wild flowers looked so intimate.

Last time Han Yao came back to pick up her grandmother, they had only arrived at the county city. She hadn't been home in a few years. Her brother and sister had gone to school.

Fortunately, the development of the countryside was slow. Those muddy roads and the people working on the fields were all familiar figures.

Han Yao carefully picked up her food and toys, and walked slowly towards home.

When the villagers they knew along the way saw Han Yao, they would greet her in a very intimate manner. Moreover, there were even several people who described the situation the last time Han Yao came …

Han Yao maintained the smile on her face with much difficulty, but her heart was heavy.

Looks like Nanfeng Haozhe had really come to his hometown, and it was under such circumstances that he didn't know of it. Furthermore, everyone was praising him. It seemed like this fellow had managed to win back quite a few people's hearts.

But, for no reason at all, why did Nanfeng Haozhe come?

If it was to curry favor with Han Yao, why did she not let Han Yao know?

Han Yao was still in a daze, when a brat suddenly shouted towards him, "Sis, Sis! Second Sister, everyone is back! "

Soon after, a little girl with two braids and a small windbreaker rushed out of the house.

The two little fellows carried Han Yao and took the things from her. They hopped towards the house, calling her "mother" at the same time.

"Yao'er?"

's mother, who was close to fifty years old, walked out of the house, wiped her wet hands on her apron, and revealed an exaggerated smile revealing two rows of pure white teeth. Seeing her mother like this, Han Yao couldn't help but run over and hug her.

"Mom …"

"Yao'er."

His younger brother and sister then flipped through the bags that Han Yao had brought back. His younger brother had clearly grabbed a box of Star Cup, and was laughing so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth.

Coincidentally, her little sister was very obedient. She only stood to the side and looked on uneasily.

The two little guys had an impression of this sister, because their mother often showed them pictures. However, facing his sister who hadn't come home for a long time, his shy sister was still a little unfamiliar.

Han Yao released her mother, took out a cloth doll from her bag, squatted, and handed it to her sister, asking in a small voice, "Do you like this kind of doll?"

The little girl lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Yao'er, it's not easy for you to be outside, why are you buying these things? These two guys have food and drinks at home, why would they buy these toys? "

"Catch."

Han Yao placed the cloth doll in her sister's hands. The little girl laughed to her heart's content as she carried the cloth doll back to the house.

After distributing the gifts to his brother and sister, Han Yao also took some nutrition for her mother.

Han Yao wanted to help, so quickly made her sit beside her, "Yao'er, you haven't grown up by your mother's side. Mommy owes you a lot, don't work so hard, if your clothes are dirty or broken, go back to work and your colleagues will laugh at you."

Han Yao saw that her mother was determined not to let her do it, so she did not be unreasonable. Actually, when she was young, she had wished to rely on her mother ever since she was young. But her brother and sister were still young at that time, how could she have the time and energy to take care of Han Yao?

Right now, his brother and sister were already ten years old and could help his mother with her work. Han Yao quietly leaned on her mother and enjoyed the feeling of being doted on by her mother.

The firewood was burning wood, and although there was some dust, the flames were still burning vigorously. The pot was boiling sweet potatoes that had just been dug out of the ground today.

Under the bright red light,'s mother had a little bit of black skin. She could faintly see a few strands of white hair in between her hair.

"Mom …"

"Hmm?"

Han Yao shook her head, she did not know what to say.

Han Yao suddenly thought of the roasted sweet potatoes she ate when she was young. She turned her head and said to her mother, "I thought of roasted sweet potatoes. Mom, bake one for me."

"Alright."

As Han Yao's mother spoke, she stood up and went to pick up two sweet potatoes that were neither too big nor too small. She placed them in the burnt ashes and took advantage of the remaining heat to place the sweet potatoes in.

The sweet potatoes that were slowly being roasted with bright ashes were so much sweeter than those roasted outside by who knew how many times.

's mother busily fished out the sweet potatoes from the pot.'s brother and sister ate the snacks that Han Yao bought, and continuously shook their heads, not wanting to eat the sweet potatoes anymore. Han Yao ate half of them, her mother ate one, and the rest were fished out.

Han Yao looked at her mother's busy back, her eyes troubled.

"Yao'er, let me make you some rice. You won't be able to eat enough sweet potatoes. "Oh yeah, I made some last year's cured meat. Mom also hid a piece in the fridge. I made it for you tonight."

"Mom …"

Han Yao wanted to say something, but in the end, she just quietly embraced her mother's waist.