"You've got it. That's good. You should learn from Principal Chen, who is a knowledgeable person. As for me, I don't have much to teach you since I have become old." said Grandpa Gen while putting his hookah onto his waist. With a smile on his face, he looked at Ye Jian who was wiping her sweat. "Come on, I'm going to take you to a good place which you will like."
"Where are we going, Grandpa? You haven't had breakfast yet. Should we go home and cook some noodles first?" Hastily, Ye Jian placed her towel on her neck and carried a water-filled wooden bucket, following Grandpa Gen at a steady pace. As she laughed, her voice sounded clearer and more melodious than that of the birds in the bamboo forest.
"No need. We will have food when we get there. Put down the bucket. You may carry it home when we come back tonight." said Grandpa Gen, smiling. As a 70-year-old senior, he was walking at a fast and steady pace which would outdo a young lad.
