Li Yuanzhong and Li Jingchen sat on the balcony chairs, one on the left and the other on the right.
What they looked at was their wives, Tang Qiong and Lu Wanwan, who were sitting in the living room chatting.
After watching for a while, Li Jingchen asked with a serious look: "Grandpa, are there any cigarettes at home?"
"There are cigars given by others in the drawer." Li Yuanzhong said and glanced at Wen Zhong who was standing aside.
Wen Zhong immediately went to get it.
After a while, Wen Zhong came back with a dark blue brocade box. After placing the brocade box on the table, Wen Zhong opened the lid of the box, revealing two rows of Cuban cigars.
When Li Jingchen casually picked up a cigarette, Wen Zhong was already ready to light a cigarette for him.
Li Jingchen was slightly surprised. Logically speaking, Wen Zhong had been with Li Yuanzhong for many years and looked like a master and servant. In fact, no one dared to treat Wen Zhong as a servant. Even Li Jingchen had to be polite when he saw him.
He is tall and should be called "Wen Guanjie".
As for lighting Li Jingchen's cigarette, Wen Zhong had no need to do it.
"Butler Wen, I can do it myself."
Li Jingchen didn't want to be kicked to the wall by Li Yuanzhong, saying that he didn't know how to respect his elders.
Unexpectedly, Wen Zhong shook his head, bent down almost eagerly, used his other hand to protect the weak flame, and said: "Young Master, let me serve you."
A strange feeling hit Li Jingchen's heart, causing him to turn his eyes slightly and look at Li Yuanzhong opposite.
Li Yuanzhong always didn't like people to pamper his children, but at this time, he seemed to invisible and acquiesced to Wen Zhong's approach.
After Li Jingchen pondered for a while, he pretended to nod as if nothing had happened: "Then I'll ask the butler Wen."
After finishing his words, he tilted his head and bit his cigar, moved to Wen Zhong's lighter, and took a breath into the flame...
Unexpectedly, the next second, Li Jingchen coughed lightly as if he was choked.
"Young Master, are you okay?" Wen Zhong asked nervously.
Seeing this, Li Yuanzhong stretched out his hand, patted Li Jingchen's shoulder, and asked calmly: "Jingchen, you haven't smoked for a long time, right?"
"Hmm." Li Jingchen held the cigar between his two fingers and responded vaguely.
Since Wanwan became pregnant, he has basically quit smoking, except for occasionally smoking when he is upset, like now.
Li Yuanzhong understood: "You haven't smoked for so long, and you suddenly made an exception today. Are you worried about your grandma?"
Li Jingchen asked back: "Aren't you worried?"
Li Yuanzhong said insincerely: "I'm old. It's not surprising that I get any disease. I've thought about it a long time ago."
Li Jingchen's eyes swept across the brocade box on the table and asked politely: "Really? Then why are there several cigars missing from the box? You haven't smoked less recently, have you?"
Li Yuanzhong choked and said helplessly: "You kid, can't you save some face for me?"
"Grandma is like this, how can I still be in the mood to think about losing face?"
After a meal, Li Jingchen pushed the brocade box in the direction of Li Yuanzhong and signaled: "Pull it if you want, I won't laugh at you."
After Li Yuanzhong gave a wry smile, he picked up a cigar and asked Wen Zhong to light it for him.
Fortunately, the grandfather and grandson were puffing away on the terrace, which quickly dissipated in the wind and did not affect Tang Qiong and Lu Wanwan in the living room.