"Mom, that's what we say, but..." Xiang Yazhi was about to say something when Mrs. Xiang lifted her head, her gaze skipping over her daughter's head towards Lian He who just entered the room, saying, "It's just my old illness acting up, it's nothing serious, you didn't have to come over specifically to see me."
Mrs. Xiang wore a smile brimming with warmth.
Xiang Yazhi lowered her eyes and wiped them with her sleeve before she shifted her body to see Lian He carrying a pile of health care products.
"Mom, it may be an old illness, but you still need to watch your health," Lian He said as he set the items down. After working many consecutive days, Lian He looked noticeably tired.
Mrs. Xiang replied, "Alright, I understand your concern. You also need to take care of yourself. Work is important, but health is the capital for revolution. Yazhi, you must prepare more nutritious food for Dahe, did you hear?"
