Eighteen-year-old Chen Lele stands one meter eighty-five tall and weighs two hundred twenty jin. His father sent him to live at the old countryside estate, where he met Granny Li: a bowl of hot rice, a word of encouragement, and time and again hands-on lessons teaching him to sweep the floor and do chores. Following Granny Li, Chen Lele learned farm work and how to be a person, basking a healthy wheatish tan amidst the fields. When Granny Li fell ill, he went up the mountain at dawn to gather herbs, moved bricks at a construction site by day, and set up a stall to fry rice by night, gathering the surgical fees with his own two hands. From two hundred twenty jin to seventy-five kilograms, what he shed was weight, and what grew out was a sense of responsibility. At eighteen, with his sweat, he forged himself anew into an upright, steady, and capable man.