Luo Qiao chuckled, "I also need to make a trip to the team leader's place. Grandpa Lin, please take good care of yourself. I'll be on my way. You guys go ahead and eat."
After Luo Qiao left, Old Lady Lin began cleaning up and only then discovered that there was still twenty dollars in the oil paper package. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes. Fearing that the old man would see, she forcefully held back from making a sound.
All these years, on the few occasions their daughter came home, she had never left them any money, yet now, someone with no relation to them had given them so much help. This filled her heart with warmth, yet also left her somewhat at a loss.
Clutching the twenty-dollar bill, not knowing what to do with it, she thought about how she still had to go over and help out the next day. She would see them then and pay it back. They, the elderly couple, already owed enough to others. They really couldn't accept the money.