Huck looked at his family in front of him, his parents with concerned expressions and his brothers with a hint of teasing in their eyes.

It's like saying, the bare-bottomed stinky kid from childhood has grown up, and now he actually looks somewhat like that...

Huck couldn't help but well up with tears in his eyes.

"Salute!"

He was dressed in military uniform, standing tall and solemnly saluted his elderly father and mother.

He owed his parents too much, but fortunately his brothers at home were there to fulfill their filial duty for him.

Huck's eyes were slightly red, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, Dad, you worked hard."

Looking at his brothers, his throat felt choked as he said, "Thank you, brothers."

Ryan clicked his tongue and said, "So, you just left me behind, huh?"

Huck let go of his hand and smiled with tears in his eyes, "No, it's just that I thought you were the youngest one. When we were kids, we always took care of you. I'm not used to bringing you along."

Ryan sneered, "Who do you think you are looking down on?"

Craig felt a sense of awe deep down, even though he knew about Huck's job, it was indeed the first time he had seen him return in a military uniform.

His eyes also felt a little warm, possibly feeling embarrassed. He quickly put on a stern face and lectured, "What's so difficult for us? You have already dedicated yourself to the country, just follow the national instructions obediently."

Alana complained, "Yeah, don't worry about home. Everything was fine at home. Just take care of yourself!"

"Weren't you supposed to come back after the New Year? Why did you suddenly come back without telling us or asking your elder brother to pick you up?"

Huck took the warm towel and wiped his face, smiling, "No need! I can come back by myself."

He had intended to joke, "Big brother chases after sister-in-law every day, how can we call him polite?" However, he caught a glimpse of the expressions on big brother and Clara's faces.

So he changed the topic.

"It was quite chaotic over there. Originally, they were planning to arrange for us to come back after the Chinese New Year, but luckily we all came back before the New Year."

Huck handed the warm towel to Zion and said, "Let's eat, let's eat! Mom, I'm so hungry!"

Alana complained, "Didn't you even think about grabbing a bite to eat on the way back?"

She brushed off the remaining snow from Huck's hair, wondering how there could still be snowflakes in his hair after they had entered the door.

Alana blamed again, "Look at you, coming back and still fooling around outside the door. You're becoming more and more childish as you grow up. Are you cold?"

Having said that, she habitually shook Huck's hand. Although it was still somewhat cold, it had gained a bit of warmth.

Alana secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, Huck had quietly wrapped his hand with a warm towel just now. Although it couldn't last long, a few seconds was enough.

He handed the warm towel to Zion beside him and, taking advantage of the warmth still on his hands, patted Alana's back of the hand.

Zion lowered his head and tightly gripped the towel in his hand.

The warm towel had transferred its heat to Huck, and the once warm towel was now as cold as freshly scooped snow from outside.

He casually walked away, holding a warm towel as if nothing had happened.

Martin pursed his lips, already understanding.

Huck sacrificed himself, and now what has returned is his spirit...

He struggled to restrain his emotions deep inside, his fingertips trembling slightly as he tightly grasped Clara's hand.

Susie had granted Clara special privileges, the ability to see and touch. It should be the same for Huck, right...

Alana was serving soup to Huck, saying, "Come, have a bowl of chicken soup to warm up your body!"

Susie also returned to her position and exclaimed, "Grandma, try the local specialty I brought for Huck! It's free-range chicken!"

The King of Security looked at this and looked at that, nodding along, "Yes, yes, yes! The free-range chicken that Susie brought back is not an ordinary free-range chicken. When can't we find regular chicken meat?"

After saying that, he picked up the chicken leg in his bowl and took a bite.

Although the walking chicken in the underworld was good, the walking chicken in the human world is also really delicious!

Alana nodded, "That's true!"

Huck's appetite couldn't even compare to half of Susie's. If he ate too much, he wouldn't be able to eat all the good things later.

It would be better to have half a bowl of chicken soup made from the free-range chicken that Susie brought back.

Ada reacted quickly and swiftly grabbed an empty bowl from the nearby counter. Alana then scooped half a bowl of soup for him.

Huck held the bowl and drank the chicken soup from the underworld's walking chicken in one gulp, then finished the ordinary chicken soup that Alana had just scooped.

"Phew - comfortable!" he sighed.

It was really comfortable. The chicken soup in the mortal world has the taste of home, but the chicken soup in the underworld has a strange power. In his originally icy body, it felt like a fire had been ignited, and there was a feeling of something reviving.

"Delicious!" Huck exclaimed, still wanting another bowl of soup.

Alana took his bowl and said, "Don't drink so much soup, eat some meat first!"

Sewing the seams was the final step.

It was time to eat a solid meal now.

Alana placed a "chicken leg" that was bigger than a pig's leg on top of Huck's bowl.

"Eat!" she said, "If it's not enough, tell mom!"

"Huh... Clara, what's wrong with you?" Alana asked, puzzled, as she saw Clara seemingly crying.

As soon as these words were spoken, several people present felt a sudden tightness in their hearts.