Da da da da da
When he got close, he could hear the sound of the machine running. It was like knocking on people's hearts. The white-haired old man skillfully controlled the shoes and the machine in his hands in perfect coordination. One look and you could tell that he was a veteran.
Not only were there frostbites and cracks on his big, dark hands, but there were also some thick calluses. This was a pair of hands that worked hard for the masses.
"Old Xue is busy. He'll fix my shoes later. My shoes are open again." The old lady was probably more active when she saw someone familiar, so she started to greet them from a few meters away.
"Alright, you can put it there. I only have one left. It'll be done soon." Old master Xue took the time to raise his head and glance at it, then lowered his head and continued to work.
"Hello, uncle Xue." Yuan Zhou greeted him.
