"Grandpa Chen, look, I just dug up some rare iron ore. There are three pieces in total, and I left them in the courtyard." Han Qiwu pointed at the three chunks of cold iron ore in the corner of the yard.
"Ore? My house is full of stones. If you need them, just take them. When you get something good later, just bring me a little to try, that'll be enough." Grandpa Chen squinted at them briefly before withdrawing his gaze, clearly uninterested.
"Got it." Saying that made Han Qiwu feel much better.
Later, when the chickens at home start laying eggs, he'll bring some over to Grandpa Chen.
If there's pork, he'll bring that too!
Just give it away!
After finishing his noodles, Han Qiwu hugged the two large and one small chunks of iron ore, said goodbye to Grandpa Chen, and left.
Coming to Grandpa Chen's place always feels different.
Eat and take at the same time.
