Exhausted from the journey, Li Xianglu hurriedly poured hot water from the thermos, added some coarse salt into it, and carried it over for Mr. Li to soak his feet.
Even though he hadn't traveled far, age doesn't show mercy. After all, he was sixty years old now, and felt very fatigued after a whole day. Seeing his new granddaughter bringing water over to soak his feet, warmth flooded his heart, and his thoughts wandered far away, to another child, who by now must be a parent themselves.
When Li Xianglu came in after boiling the water, she saw that Mr. Li had already curled up and fallen asleep on the heated brick bed. She quietly took the water back out, then lit a fire in the external bed-stove since the weather was still a bit chilly, and the bed needed to be heated.
After tidying up everything, dusk had already fallen, and after a quick wash with the water she brought in, Li Xianglu went back to her west-side cave dwelling.
