"And these cigarettes, Tantan said you don't smoke, so I'll get you a few packs of good ones. When old friends come over, you can hand them out..."
Wu Lan was helping the two old men pour water to calm down while watching them chat enthusiastically, finding it amusing.
Not to mention, Song Youde made some money this year and now speaks quite grandly.
Her father too, let's not talk about how much he earned weaving grass mats in the summer. During the holidays, Song Sancheng didn't skimp on good cigarettes and wine. Now he can still smile with such anticipation...
She thought for a moment and remembered Aunt Lianhua's mother-in-law, and couldn't help but ask:
"Dad, how about I buy you a new phone? One with a clearer display. Later, let Qiaoqiao teach you how to use it so you can go online and learn that weaving tutorial."
She thought of those two fields of Lin Grass on the sloped hills that were newly divided as winter approached and felt very expectant:
