While using their shovels to tend to the soil, many men around calls out in greeting towards Ip Man.
"Hello, Master Ip."
"How are you Master Ip?"
Ip Man nods back seeing the face of a familiar martial arts master.
He asks Lin, who is by his side, "So many martial arts masters here."
Hearing his question Lin replies back, "Yes, the boss never comes out. But I heard he practices martial arts. That's why he likes to employ martial artists. By the way are you still practicing."
Ip Man smiles replying to Lin, "If I have time, I'd probably be spending it scraping a living."
Later in the afternoon Ip Man and Lin sit together on a wooden table with their lunch.
Everyone who works here is given a simple meal consisting of a bowl of rice and a large sweet potato.
Finishing eating his plain bowl of rice, Lin slowly snacks on his potato with leisure.
However, he notices Ip Man putting the large potato into his pocket instead of eating it.
Time like this is tough on everybody, unlike him Ip Man has a family to take care of so Lin was understanding.
Taking his half bitten potato he splits it in half handing the other half to Ip Man, "I can't finish it all. Help me, okay? Eat some."
He sees Ip Man with a face of hesitation to take the food from him. But Lin pleaded with Ip Man to take it.
Seeing him gobble on the potato Lin asks, "I haven't seen your wife and son in a while. How are they?"
The question reminds Ip Man of his son's pale expression this morning, making his eyes a little downcast, "They're fine. Thank you...How's your brother?"
He didn't want to tell the truth of the situation, understanding that everyone is facing hard times.
"We rarely see each other since that day at the restaurant," Lin says in sadness, "Even if I see him we don't talk. I want to get the chance to say sorry."
Ip Men looks around at the farm and then asks, "Lin, does Hui Liang and Uncle Wang still work here?"
From a whole morning he didn't catch a glimpse of them.
He smiles and saids, "Brother Hui and Uncle Wang are working in the pharmaceutical area. Why don't we have dinner in your home tonight?"
Knowing that his student and Uncle Wang are doing fine Ip Man relaxes his worries, "No. There's nothing to serve at my home." Ip Man bats his hand in decline.
But Lin insists, "Master Ip, don't worry about food. Every worker here gets a small bag of rice each day." Reassuring Ip Man of his worries, "I know Brother Hui would be happy to see you again."
Finally without finding a way to decline Ip Man mildly accepts having dinner together.
When his wife opened the door she was surprised to see the smiling faces of Ip Man's friends.
She was not expecting to have bags of rice to cook dinner tonight for the guests.
Getting inside the home Tony was shocked to see the pale expression of Zhun.
Rushing to the bed he puts his fingers on Zhun's wrist to check his pulse. Then putting his hand on his forehead to feel the temperature.
"Mrs. Wing Sing why didn't you go to the doctor," Tony had on a concerned tone as he asked her.
"Hui, how's my son," hearing that seriousness in Tony's tone Ip Man becomes a little worried, "is Zhun going to be alright?"
"Zhun's pulse is very weak," Tony saids, "he's in a high fever state that needs to be medicated. Or else he won't survive today."
Mrs. Wing Sing covered her mouth with her hand in shock and fell backward on her husband's arms.
Ip Man quickly questions, "Is there anything we can do?"
"I do have a certain pill with me that might help," Tony's voice grew more and more quiet as he saids.
Lin spoke up, "Brother Hui why don't we give it a try."
Tony breathes outs a soft sigh, "I never tried it on any patients before. If it doesn't work it will cause further harm to Zhun."
From his pocket he takes out a porcelain bottle. Unbottling the top Tony pours out the super pill.
It's potent for recovering from an internal injury, yet this would be the first time he tried it on someone else.
He looks at Ip Man with hesitation, but his master nods at him without a single hint of doubt. Taking that super pill he fed it to his child Zhun.
Everyone in the room watches to see any changes in the child, there's a mountain tension as the time slowly ticks by. Soon 15 minutes had gone by without reaction.
Suddenly the child's eyes widened from his calming sleep taking in a fast breath while clutching his chest with an expression of pain.
"Zhun are you okay," his mother asks with a sense of worry. Seeing her child in such pain she hugs him in embrace, with tears falling down her cheeks in fear.
"Mom it feels like my body is on fire," Zhun cries out hyperventilating.
Mrs. Wing Sing continues holding Zhun as he hugs her tightly. In a few minutes beads of sweat fell down from his forehead. In this cold air the breath from his hyperventilation turns misty.
In another 5 minutes Zhun stops struggling with the pain. Visibly his breathing relaxed and the room became quiet. His small chest heaves slowly as he takes in the fresh air.
Looking up he says to Mrs. Wing Sing, "Mom...I'm hungry…"
Everyone in the room was startled at this quick change. Ip Man finally relaxes his serious expression and he smiles joyfully at his wife.
"Okay Zhun. Mom will cook for you," she saids as she embraces his head in a cradle.
The dinner was a happy one although the food was only rice, chopped white carrots, and fish.
Together they discuss how things have been since they last saw each other.
When it was getting late Ip Man walked the visitors to the door. And he salutes and quietly says to Tony, "Hui thanks for today."
"Master Ip Man you don't have to thank me. I see Zhun as my own brother," Tony explains warmly, "here take this." He hands Ip Man the bottle which stores the super-pills.