He said it like that, so it was hard to refuse.
Mr. Song had no choice but to say, "Alright then."
"Hey, thanks, Grandpa Song," Chen the Third said happily.
He ran to the corner of the kitchen, found the hatchet he left there yesterday, and went chopping wood again.
Jinxiu frowned and called to Mr. Song, "Grandpa?"
Mr. Song looked at Jinxiu, "Let him do it. If he's truly diligent, he won't get tired even after many days. If he's just pretending to fool us, he'll soon get bored in a few days."
Since Grandpa had spoken, Jinxiu had to say, "Alright."
Mr. Song thought for a moment and then said, "Since he's here all the time, people in the village will inevitably gossip and ask about him. Just say that I hired him for work."
Jinxiu understood what Mr. Song meant, "Got it, Grandpa."
