Smoke swirled in the kitchen as Grandma Liu prepared breakfast. Hearing a knock on the door, she wiped her hands with a cloth and walked to the entrance to open it.
"Grandma Liu, I've brought the firewood for you."
Li Dashan grinned as he carried the firewood through the gate.
"Dashan, thank you so much."
Grateful, Grandma Liu hurriedly made way for him: "If it weren't for your help chopping firewood all these years, this old lady would have frozen and starved."
"Neighbors should help each other out. It's only right."
Li Dashan entered the courtyard and placed the firewood by the kitchen wall, his eyes involuntarily glancing towards the main room.
"Uncle Dashan, you've worked hard. Come in and have some tea."
Lin Qingluo lifted the curtain, smiling as she stepped over the threshold and came out.
"Hehe, no need."
Despite his words, Li Dashan couldn't help but walk over.
"Uncle Dashan."