"You're already getting on in age. It's so cold with the rain and snow, why do you still go out?"
Jiang Yu didn't even look at what was in the plastic bag. He dragged it to the yard and tossed it aside, then hurried into the house, filled a basin with hot water, and grabbed a clean towel to wash his grandmother's hands and face.
As he was busy, he kept on talking,
"It's dark and gloomy outside. I'm not at home. If you accidentally fall, no one will know!
I've already told you, I can earn money now. You don't have to work so hard. You working all day isn't even as much as I earn in a day!"
"Alright, alright! I'll listen to you, from now on I won't be busy. I'll just rest at home."
Listening to Jiang Yu's constant nagging, Grandma wasn't angry. Every wrinkle on her face was filled with joy,
"My Xiaoyu has grown to be successful, I won't have to work so hard in the future."
