Tong Guangsheng lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and said, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed. Yeah, the taste of the smoke is getting lighter, or maybe our tastes have become stronger."
Gao Xinhua said, "Back then, smoking a cigarette butt felt like happiness. Now, no matter how good the cigarette, it can't replicate that feeling. Even chicken, fish, meat, and eggs don't taste like they used to."
"I think you've had too many comfortable days. You should go to the countryside for some exercise now and then, recall the hardships and cherish the sweetness. Why not stay a few more days? I'll arrange three meals of sweet potato rice for you daily, and I guarantee everything will taste delicious after a week."
Gao Xinhua shook his head with a smile, "Nowadays, the countryside is no worse than the city. Seeing you live like an immortal, Xianhong Farm is your independent kingdom, and you even have a yacht. You're really something."
