After speaking, Lu Nanchen bent down to pick up the bags of groceries again, dividing them evenly into two piles, each with about seven or eight bags.
He strained his hands, lifting the bags. Burdened with bags of all sizes on both sides, some veins on Lu Nanchen became visible, from his hands all the way up to his arms. His backbones became more noticeable under his clothes, but his face expression remained calm, without any sign of strain.
The three of them were heading again towards the residential area. Yu Ting, leading Lu Xiaobao, walked in front, while Lu Nanchen followed behind carrying the groceries all by himself.
"What a fine young man, carrying all those groceries for his wife."
A few old ladies passing by the community greenery, one of them eyeing Lu Nanchen with a beaming smile, voiced out her thoughts.
The voice was clear and loud enough for both adults to hear. Lu Nanchen looked a little taken aback, glanced at Yu Ting a few times, then continued walking.
