So since mom likes it, what else can a son choose?

Didn't I come all this way just to make my mother happy?

So when I finally got off the car and entered the hotel, I faced the old lady showing off proudly.

"How is it? Mom is right, isn't she? The capital is very humane."

My son also smiled and nodded to join in the fun.

"Mom is right. It's like this."

………………

But maybe one generation is really different from another. What the elderly appreciate is the nostalgia that they can’t let go.

We don’t pay that much attention to the next generation.

At the same time, the same capital seems to have completely opposite appearances in the eyes of two generations.

One is cute and one is hateful.

"I asked, why is there still so much dirt in the capital?"

Not long after getting into Luo Guangliang's car and driving on Airport Road for less than ten minutes, Mi Xiaoran began to express critical opinions while looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Sister, you are so funny. Where would there be soil without wind?"

Mi Xiaohui asked in confusion, in her opinion, isn't it normal for the wind in the capital to carry loess?

Since the Qing Dynasty, the capital has been like this.

"That's because you're used to it. Look, it's such a clear day to see raging dust and smoke. It's so dirty. Oh, we can't even build a road here. If you want to see the United States, you

You know how backward we are."

Mi Xiaoran seemed to be sick, and he mentioned the United States.

Mi Xiaohui didn't like hearing this.

"Sister, why do I think you have become squeamish? You have never complained about this in the past. Don't you think the capital is quite good?"

However, Mi Xiaoran spoke plausibly.

"I think it's good because I'm ignorant. Xiaohui, look at you, you're almost stupid in the capital. You'll know when you go out too."

"I'm going abroad? I'm not. I think the capital is pretty good. Isn't that Brother Liangzi?"

Mi Xiaohui didn't know what was wrong with her sister, so she asked Luo Guangliang for support.

However, Luo Guangliang couldn't support Mi Xiaohui openly, otherwise he would provoke a quarrel between his sister and his son.

I thought about it and just expressed it tactfully.

"Xiao Ran, you just came back, so you may not know something. The capital has changed a lot in the past few years. In fact, the capital has developed very well. There are really a lot of hotels, buildings and so on. The Great Wall beside the Liangma River

The hotel is no different from the big hotels in foreign countries. And in the first few months, the Beijing Concert Hall has also opened its doors to welcome guests. And... look, don’t we also have cars?"

However, his words were met with even more explicit ridicule by Mi Xiaoran.

"Ouch. Guang Liang, you call this a car. Stop teasing me. Let me tell you, in the United States, any car is bigger than you two. If your car was in New York, it would have to be bigger than yours.

People laughed so hard."

As a result, her words also made her sister unhappy.

Although Luo Guangliang's temperament didn't bother her, he didn't talk to her, he just smiled and let it go.

But Mi Xiaohui couldn't bear that her sister kept Luo Guangliang from coming to the stage, so she unceremoniously challenged her.

"Then it depends on how you compare. We can't compare with the United States. Can't we compare with ourselves? Look at how many people in Beijing have cars. It's thanks to me, Brother Liangzi, that I bought a car. Otherwise, you just take the bus.

Okay. Sister, it’s really not me who is talking about you, why do I think your tone of voice is a bit strange."

Mi Xiaoran didn't understand the last sentence. She was so immersed in the condescending atmosphere that she didn't think there was anything wrong with her.

The response was completely out of line with the question.

"No, I often speak Chinese in the United States. I have taught your brother-in-law Mandarin well."

As a result, I didn't pay attention, and my sister actually "pricked" me with some words.

"I'm not referring to this, I'm referring to the tone of your words. Sister, you said it's okay if you haven't come back for a visit in so many years. It's not easy for you to come back home. Why does it seem like you're visiting a poor relative's house? Where are you looking?

Isn’t it pleasing to the eye? It sounds strange to me. What I know is that you are returning to your parents’ home, but what I don’t know is that you are the new mayor who has come to the capital to take office.”
Chapter completed!