Mu Dashan tested the water temperature with his hand; it was still a bit hot. He didn't hurry to soak Yu Si Niang's feet but instead placed her feet on his lap, gently massaging them.
Yu Si Niang had worked as a cook's assistant in town for many years, her feet constantly walking back and forth every day.
The ten-mile mountain road, one trip in the morning and another in the evening, regardless of wind or rain, except for rest times as ordered by the owner, she had to go to town.
This resulted in Yu Si Niang's feet being much rougher than those of ordinary women, and even somewhat deformed.
Touching the calloused feet, Mu Dashan felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
He gently kneaded Yu Si Niang's feet, sighing softly, "Shuangshuang's mother, you've suffered following me. Back then, I had nothing, yet you were willing to be with me."
At this point, Mu Dashan's face was full of sorrow, his facial muscles twitching slightly.
