There it was, Song Tan watched with wide eyes as Song Youde pinched the tobacco leaves tightly and then took out a cutting board and kitchen knife to slowly chop them into fine tobacco shreds.
The movements were neither hurried nor slow, especially meticulous, and the tobacco was cut so finely that it was almost indistinguishable from what was sold in the markets.
Song Tan: ...
Qiaoqiao came out of the room to pour a cup of water, and at that moment, seeing the pile of golden tobacco shreds before her, she twisted her head and "hmmphed" loudly.
Song Youde quickly tried to please her with a smile, then shouted loudly, "Qiaoqiao! Grandpa will weave you a straw mat, and you'll be able to sleep on it tonight."
Song Tan let out a "huh" and said, "Grandpa, weave it now, and I'll let him sleep on it right away!"
Song Youde: ...
