"Getting old, getting old, my memory used to be much better," Lizhong said helplessly, stroking his graying temples. At his age, he couldn't deny the inevitability of aging.
"Grandfather Li is still full of vigor, where have you aged?" Mo Yan consoled.
This wasn't entirely consoling; compared to when she first met him, Lizhong's health had improved greatly thanks to the nourishment of the Spirit Spring Water and the Space Crops. He wasn't even falling short compared to a forty-year-old.
Lizhong looked at Mo Yan and remarked with emotion, "I have you all to thank for this. Otherwise, Grandfather Li couldn't have enjoyed such good days."
Lizhong had said this more than once, and Mo Yan, feeling rather helpless, just smiled and did not try to persuade him not to take such matters to heart as she had done before.