Chiang Songhai actually didn't smoke much.
But he had an iron cigarette case, which was slightly smaller than the factory-made cigarette packs. Every day he would roll a few cigarettes and place them in the case, along with a box of matches.
Although Chiang Xiao used to be reluctant to help dry herbs, she was willing to occasionally help roll the tobacco.
Ge Liutao wasn't in good health, so when Chiang Songhai wanted to smoke, he would roll his cigarettes in the western room.
"Little, don't rush, Grandpa wants to have a few words with you."
Chiang Xiao put down the cigarette paper and looked up at him.
What did Grandpa want to say to her?
But even if he didn't say anything, Chiang Xiao had something she wanted to talk to him about.
"Grandpa, you go ahead."
Chiang Songhai sighed, looking at her with a mix of pity and guilt, "Little, you've been wronged."
Chiang Xiao was stunned for a moment.
