They had experienced a natural disaster once before, had enjoyed three years of peace, and now they were to face another one?
The profound worry displayed on Mother Lin's face was noticed by Father Lin, who could only sigh in his heart.
The world was indeed strange, calamities coming one after another, and they bore the brunt every time.
"Go and have a rest. I'll handle these meats," Father Lin said, his tone filled with concern, seeing his wife's frost-bitten and swollen hands.
The two had known each other since childhood. Although the earlier days were challenging, forcing his wife to work hard, now that they lived more comfortably, he didn't want his wife to suffer anymore.
Opening a food shop was obviously labor-intensive, so she deserved to get more rest after finally stopping the business.
"You're clumsy, just help hang the meat on the side," Mother Lin shook her head, disparaging her husband verbally, but she didn't want him to slog either.