Chapter Eight Hundred and Fifty-Four
Long Xiaoshan carried the New Year goods and gifts down from the car.
After entering the house, he exchanged a few words.
He Xiangyue then went to prepare the meal.
Chun Tao also hurried to the kitchen to help. Long Xiaoling was originally clinging to Long Xiaoshan, but Long Dashan said, "Little Ling, you should go help your mom with the firewood."
"Okay, Dad." Long Xiaoling was a dutiful and obedient person; upon hearing this, she went to the kitchen.
Long Dashan took out a pack of cigarettes, drew one, and handed it to Long Xiaoshan, who smiled, took it, and lit it. He rarely smoked, but since it was offered by his father, Long Xiaoshan smoked it anyway.
"Dad, is there something you want to talk about?" Long Xiaoshan clearly sensed that Long Dashan had something to say to him.
Long Dashan took a drag, gave a simple-hearted smile, and said, "Xiaoshan, your dad doesn't know much, if I say anything wrong, don't blame me."
