"Don't worry, I'm not hungry," Xu Ke said.
In the mountains, people eat quite early. By six o'clock in the evening, most families have finished their meals. After Xu Ke took a walk in the man's yard, he was called into the house by the man.
"Brother, why is it just you at home, where are your uncle and aunt?" Xu Ke asked casually after coming back from outside, washing his hands.
"My mom died in childbirth when she had me, and my dad passed away a couple of years ago. He drank too much one night and fell to his death," the man said while skillfully weaving a small basket with a few branches.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Xu Ke said apologetically.
"It's nothing. The whole village knows about this. Besides, I wasn't sad when my dad died. Life was hard with him around, but after he passed, life became much easier," the man said nonchalantly.
The man's hands moved quickly, and in no time, the basket took shape.
