The father, in a crisp suit, was very gentlemanly. He was tall and handsome. The mother, in a white shirt and jeans, was gentle yet capable. She praised Gao Ming's cooking skills and then threw her dirty clothes into the bathroom.,“Every time Dad and Mom came home, there were more candles on the cake. Eighteen was coming-of-age, so when eighteen candles appeared, that was my pass.”,The Raincoat Man didn't even utter a word. Gao Ming took the initiative to invite him, and then limped over to the food on the hot meal table.。