Chuxia and Zhou Mikang jogged around almost the entire villa area before they ran into Lin Baohe carrying a bundle of firewood. Seeing his daughter and son-in-law, Lin Baohe visibly sighed with relief.
"Dad, let me." Zhou Mikang said as he reached out to take the firewood bundle from Lin Baohe's back.
"No, no, don't get your clothes dirty." Lin Baohe said while stepping back, "You two go ahead and jog slowly, I'll walk back with you."
"How can that be?" Zhou Mikang forcibly took down the firewood bundle from his back and carried it himself, "I'm young and jogging empty-handed, making Dad carry the firewood, that would be too unfilial."
Though the family didn't lack firewood, Lin Baohe couldn't sit still and particularly cared whether he was useful, so he went out to gather firewood, and the Zhou family members didn't mind.
Chuxia once secretly felt lucky, thankful that there was no animal dung around, otherwise her dad might actually carry a manure basket all day collecting it.
