Lin Fan parked the car in the garage and took out the fruits and vegetables he had purchased. He walked towards the living room on the first floor with a smile, while his parents, hearing the noise, immediately came out to greet him, their smiles tinged with a sense of restraint.
"Mom and Dad, are you getting used to the new house?"
Lin Fan placed the vegetables in the kitchen and handed the fruit to his mother, whose wrinkled face bloomed with a smile.
"I'm pretty used to it. It's just your dad keeps grumbling about how he can't find his tools anywhere. The night we came back, he didn't even sleep inside. He sat in that pavilion all night, claiming this isn't a home, it's the Garden of Immortal Palace."
"You old hag, always talking about me. Aren't you the same!"
