True Dragon

"Are these enough?" Jiang Hao asked as he dug out the third bamboo shoot.

"That's more than enough. Thank you, young man."

With that, Jiang Hao put away his tools, slung the bamboo basket on his back, and walked forward.

After walking for a while, the old man was panting.

"Let's rest for a while," Jiang Hao said as he stopped by the rocks near a stream.

"I'm old now... Can't walk as much." The old man sat down on one of the rocks.

Jiang Hao also sat down beside him. The air was rife with the sound of a gurgling stream and birds chirping.

"Young man, it seems you rarely venture to the mountains. Am I right?" said the old man.

"That's correct. I didn't have time to experience something like this before."

The two of them got up and started walking toward the village.

"Have you ever thought of finding out about your children?" Jiang Hao asked.