"Little Yuanhou, buy cigarettes."
"Alright."
Li Zhiyuan walked to the entrance of Aunt Zhang's grocery store and pointed to the pack of Zhonghua cigarettes on the shelf.
"I want that one."
Aunt Zhang said, "Oh, Uncle Sanjiang is getting fancy now."
Walking behind, Li Sanjiang didn't see what was happening, but casually replied:
"Of course, I've always been fancy."
When he got closer and saw Aunt Zhang handing a pack of Zhonghua to Little Yuanhou, he was slightly surprised but just smiled, reaching for his pocket. These cigarettes are expensive, not for daily use, but an occasional pack is affordable.
Before Li Sanjiang could take out the money, Li Zhiyuan handed money to Aunt Zhang himself.
Aunt Zhang said, "That's too much money."
Li Zhiyuan replied, "I'll take a whole carton."
Aunt Zhang said, "Okay."
The pack of Zhonghua was placed in Grandmaster's hand by Li Zhiyuan, the young man carrying a plastic bag with a carton of the cigarettes Grandmaster usually smoked.
