Li Zhiyuan lay down on the wicker chair beside him, playing chess while recounting his previous experiences.
This game of chess reached a critical point, and his past story was narrated until the soup boiled over Aunt Liu's stove:
"Time for breakfast!"
Li Zhiyuan led Alii downstairs, peeled a salted duck egg, and heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Oh hey, ah~~~"
Li Sanjiang stretched his body lazily, then tilted his head, made a series of sounds in his throat, and spat forcefully outside the yard.
Despite his gait still leaning forward, not fully upright, his old vigor seemed completely restored.
Aunt Liu: "Uncle Sanjiang, you're looking great today, with your great-grandchild back, nothing's more effective than elixir."
Li Sanjiang laughed heartily, replying: "Of course!"
After breakfast, Li Sanjiang wanted to go for a walk; he had been bedridden for a while and was itching to go out.
