Mu Dalang walked to the only table in Mrs. Lin's room, on which sat a teapot.
Several overturned cups were around the teapot.
Mu Dalang picked up one of the cups, and the dirt inside it almost made him drop the cup.
He lifted the teapot, which was empty, not a drop of water inside.
"What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to pour me some water?"
On the kang bed, Mrs. Lin's sarcastic and cutting voice rang out again.
Mu Dalang took a deep breath before speaking, "Mom, wait a bit, I'll go boil you a pot of water."
Hearing the familiar voice, Mrs. Lin couldn't contain her excitement, shivered, wanting to turn around to see Mu Dalang.
But it pulled at the large and small wounds on her body: "Oh, my goodness, why does it hurt so much..."
Mu Dalang quickly put down the teapot and went forward to help Mrs. Lin.
He carefully helped Mrs. Lin turn around, his hand was then grabbed by Mrs. Lin.
"Dalang, you're back, my dear son!"
