Feeling that he was still in good health and full of vigor, only with a smaller appetite than before, Mr. Qin started chopping wood early in the morning.
"Grandpa, what time did you get up to chop wood? If we run out of wood today, let Luoluo handle it. Be careful not to strain your back." Qin Huai was stunned when he saw the pile of wood stacked like a small mountain at the kitchen door.
Mr. Qin waved his hand nonchalantly, but his movement of supporting his waist betrayed that he wasn't as easygoing as he appeared: "This is just a little wood. Back in the day, your grandpa could chop hundreds of pounds without stopping. During the New Year, Luoluo can't get up that early, so I'll chop some wood in advance to make sure there's enough when needed."
As he spoke, Mr. Qin smacked his lips, as if savoring last night's delicious New Year's Eve dinner: "Before, I thought it wouldn't be too busy today if only the villagers were coming, but now..."
