Wen Tao nodded and then, during the gap while Hua Si was preparing, pulled out a pipe from nowhere, skillfully stuffed it with tobacco, and started puffing smoke like a chimney.
He had thought before that only his two senior sisters were out of the ordinary; Wen Tao seemed to be just a special case in terms of physique. Now it was clear that she was also a heavyweight.
Watching her fiercely drawing back on that pipe, which was almost as tall as half her height, Jiang Lu's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, fearing the pipe might snap in her intense suction.
Perhaps finding the first two puffs unsatisfactory, Wen Tao then picked up the teapot from the table, flipped several upside-down teacups right side up, and began pouring tea into them.
Hua Si, who was still fumbling inside her garment for the agreement feedback from the theater, picked up a teacup upon seeing this and sniffed, "Ah, this has quite the vintage."
"That it does."
