"Is this chicken alright? I remember that chicken drumsticks were your favourite food in the past. Have a taste!"
Old Mrs. Mo struggled to get up, grabbing a chicken drumstick from afar for Mo Shengli.
Mo Shengli nodded. He could try it.
He stretched out his hand to pick up the drumstick. Mo Jinrong saw the tattoo on his hand at a glance, but half of it was covered by a ring and there were several distinct scars on his hand.
The past wounds seemed to be very deep and there were deep calluses between his thumb and index finger. These calluses were either hands that often used knives or, as he had said, calluses that were often worn with rope.
"Uncle, your hand?"
Mo Shengli hurriedly retracted his hand.
"I accidentally scratched it while fishing. Back then, there wasn't any medicine, so I casually smeared some Chinese herbs on it and it left several scars."
