The restaurant owner glanced at Li Zhiyuan. He didn't know how such a young child could make money, but he still cooperated and complimented:
"Very good, the child has filial piety, you elders can enjoy happiness."
Li Sanjiang: "Exactly!"
Back at the dining table, Li Weihan and Cui Guiying were still somewhat reserved.
Cui Guiying wanted to murmur something more, but looking at Li Sanjiang sitting across from her, she finally held her tongue.
Li Weihan touched his pocket. The smoke pack he took out this morning still had a few left, but they were all smoked on the road and while climbing Wolf Mountain. Originally, there were some whole cigarettes left in the home cabinet, but recently they were taken to Aunt Zhang's small shop to be sold for money.
Li Sanjiang took out a cigarette, pulled one out, and tossed it to Li Weihan. Before Li Weihan could light it for him, he pulled out a match and lit it himself.
