That night, Xiaofan didn't sleep well at all. Ren Zhongtian turned out to be such a formidable figure, yet in the end, he saved him regardless of the dangers to himself because of a special forces soldier.
Perhaps after all these years, Ren Zhongtian has seen through life. Or maybe he knows he doesn't have much time left and just wants the younger generation to live better.
The next day, when Xiaofan got up, he saw Grandpa moving the large wooden barrels from the warehouse to the courtyard. Several large pots were brewing herbal concoctions nearby. Grandpa used small wooden buckets to transfer the herbal concoction from the large pot into the large wooden barrel. Then he refilled it with clean well water and continued to add firewood to simmer.
"Get up, take off your clothes, and get in."
"Huh? No, Grandpa, I haven't washed with this thing in a long time." Xiaofan said, pouting.
"If I tell you to get in, you get in. Why so much nonsense?"
"Okay."
