"Xiao Ze, don't keep working. Leave that for the workers to do tomorrow. You should go home and rest."
Father Zhao watched his son's busy silhouette and shouted loudly.
Zhao Ze heard his father's voice, lifted his head, and smiled, "Mom, Dad, you two go to sleep. I'm just finishing this mattress. Once I'm done, I'll head to bed.
I just finished an experiment and need to give my brain a break."
Hearing their son's words, Father Zhao and Mrs. Zhao, accustomed to this routine, advised their son to be careful, then went back to sleep.
They sighed in their hearts, pondering how many good deeds they must have done in their past lives to have such an excellent son in this one.
Since young, their son had helped out at their factory, doing what he could as a child, and when he was older, he worked alongside the workers during holidays.
Now, their son could independently make a mattress.
