"Look how hot the kids are, I'll wash my hands and pour them some cool boiled water from the pot. Old man, you carry the basket without feeling tired, but the kids have their arms full. You, old man, have never been compassionate in your life..."
The old lady muttered as she washed her hands, while the old man, seeing their red cheeks, smilingly moved a stool over: "Kids, take a seat and rest a bit, it's all my fault for walking too fast and making you suffer."
Luo Ye took the stool, smiling: "Grandpa Yuan, this just shows how strong you are, and we, on the other hand, still need to exercise more."
The old man tapped out the ash from his smoking pipe, his eyes crinkling with smiles: "This child, always so sweet-talking, really comforts one's heart."
"Grandpa Yuan, I'm telling the truth..." Luo Ye glanced at the smoking pipe: "However, I'd suggest you cut down on smoking. Look at this smoking pipe, it's coated with a thick layer of nicotine, all that toxin you're inhaling!"
