The sound of hurried steps and a man’s labored breathing approached from the distance. Ye Wuchen glanced in the direction of the sound, and discovered a tall man drenched in sweat running toward him with a large bamboo basket on his back. The man seemed to be pretty young, though with a weathered face, and his physique was stout and muscular to a degree that was almost ridiculous.
Upon spotting the old man, the man in the distance abruptly quickened into a sprint and dropped the basket on the floor, exhausted. Only half conscious, he gasped. “Grandpa, I filled the basket with fruit I picked and ran thirty laps with it on my back… so today’s work….”
Suddenly, he paused for a moment, focusing his eyes on Ye Wuchen. Then, he jumped as if he saw a monster. ”You, you, you…… woke up?”
Ye Wuchen laughed at his surprise. ”Grandpa Chu, who is he?”