"Hehe, your dad is already old, but he still wants to compete with the young people by carrying that bag of grains on his back... See? There he is, lying down."
Listening to his mother's words, Lu Ping'an felt increasingly subtle.
As soon as he got home and didn't see the old man smoking at the doorway as usual, he felt a little uneasy, especially when he entered the room and saw the old man lying on the bed.
As it turned out, the old man had strained his back trying to show off while doing farm work.
After pondering for a moment, Lu Ping'an couldn't help but ask a rhetorical question.
"Didn't I send money home? Why are you still doing farm work?"
"Your father isn't dead yet! Am I supposed to wait for death if I don't work?!"
As always, the angry roar from inside the house was full of energy, which also reassured Lu Ping'an quite a bit.
