✓The full-level food cultivator is back

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Chapter 3 Confess to your parents, cultivating immortals, you will not be pierced by the soul...

Ling Zhihai got up and opened the door for Ling Wei.

His facial features are fairly regular, and there is an old burn scar on the left corner of his face, which is a bit scary at first glance.

Because of working in the fields all year round, his complexion is dark.

He is only forty-five years old this year, but he already has a few gray hairs on his head and wrinkles on his face.

Seeing his father like this, Ling Wei felt a little sad, and also happy to reunite after a long absence.

Seeing Ling Wei, Ling Zhihai was surprised at first, and then smiled: "Wei Wei, why are you back? It's so late, why didn't you tell me and your mother in advance? If you did, I'll drive to The county train station will pick you up..."

Their family's car is a second-hand pickup bought for the convenience of hauling goods. It has been used for several years and is very dilapidated.

How could Ling Wei have the heart to let her elderly father, who had been working in the vegetable field all day during the day, stay up late and drive to pick her up? She came back by hitchhiking.

Ling Zhihai also knew that it was his daughter who felt sorry for him, so he snatched the suitcase from her hand and helped her pull it into the room: "Wei Wei, go take a hot bath, and I will spread a quilt for your room." Ling Wei:

" Alright."

As soon as she entered the room, Ling Wei saw her mother, Zou Gulan, also got up, and she was taking out a cotton bed to cover the quilt from the closet.

"I'll just make Wei Wei's bed..."

Ling Zhihai walked over and competed with her for work: "Go and rest quickly, I don't need you for these, just let me come."

Zou Gulan: "Go, go, don't talk to me ." I just want to spread the quilt for Weiwei."

She was afraid that if she didn't do it now, she would not have a few chances to spread the quilt for her daughter in the future.

Zou Gulan was beautiful when she was young, and there was a branch of flowers in ten miles and eight villages. These years of hard work made her beauty like pearls covered with dust, and her complexion was sallow. Now that she is seriously ill, she has become haggard and thinner.

Ling Wei walked over and gently hugged Zou Gulan: "Mom, I miss you so much."

Zou Gulan's body froze, and her eyes were moist: "Why are you saying such nasty things? It's just that I haven't seen you in half a year..."

Ling Wei thought, not half a year, but a hundred years.

Ling Wei said coquettishly: "Half a year has been a long time, I missed you and Dad very much today, so I went home." Zou Gulan patted

Ling Wei's back lightly: "Okay, this is your home, if you want to come back, just go home." Come back at any time."

Ling Zhihai asked on the side: "Wei Wei, did you suffer any grievances outside?"

Ling Wei used to tell them that she was still young and she had to work hard so that they could live a good life .

If something hadn't happened, why didn't he run home late at night and didn't say hello in advance.

Zou Gulan guessed something: "Did someone tell you about me?"

Ling Zhihai called Ling Wei last night, in addition to wanting to inform his daughter and wife of her illness, she also wanted to ask her how much money she had, could she Support the family.