"You want me to take this? I'd rather have a big bowl of braised pork!" Elder Li impatiently waved his hand upon seeing the medicine in Ye Fan's hand.
Ye Fan said, "Grandpa, when you're hungry, you eat; when you're sick, you take medicine. It's just common sense. You can eat braised pork, but you can't skip this medicine, right?"
"Are you lecturing me now?" Elder Li said with a stern face, but he clearly wasn't angry. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Living a lifetime, having more illnesses in old age is normal. If you can get through it, you live longer; if you can't, well, it's just that God doesn't give you more to eat and it's time to find peace in the ground."
The old man spoke slowly, but each word was clear. At his age, he had been through everything and viewed life and death lightly, his words reflecting an air of broad-mindedness.
