Lan had traveled for a long time, enduring rain, eating for free at certain stalls. He wants to come home to you after a long time...to taste your homemade food again.

In the afternoon he left the village without taking a single break. He walked towards the farm they shared, looking down at the ground. It was very hot; the sun beat down on his straw hat, and then he heard the door of the finca he look up to see you waiting for him.