After securing the food, he went into the kitchen as if he knew it by heart and pulled out an old, rusty hand sickle. Ignoring the old man's repeated pleas of "Don't worry about it" and "Take a break first," he left in strides, pushing his tricycle.,Yang Ge was confused and patted his hands as he walked over.,The old man sighed, one hand smoothing his back and the other supporting him as they sat down.。