"Then teach me how to weave mats; I want to give it a try?" Xiao Xian's eyes twinkled with excitement.
Old Yu Shan Yang walked down the stairs. He wasn't very tall, his back slightly hunched, and his walking posture was much like the way he talked—neither too fast nor too slow, yet it didn't make people feel lazy.
The other elders who were busy in the courtyard looked up and greeted him: "Old Yu, off for another walk?"
He nodded lightly without engaging anyone further and left the Elderly Home.
Mealtime at the Elderly Home was usually around six o'clock. Now that Old Yu had left, he would likely be late for dinner again.
"Hey, it's different for those who've been officials."
"If you'd been the vice director of the National Tobacco Bureau, you'd be different too."
