Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him instinctively, but she restrained herself from asking anything.
She simply said, "Okay."
"And," Bo Yanching glanced at the table, "when did you start smoking that thing?"
"What?"
Nan Jiaojiao followed his gaze.
She saw the long pipe she had casually thrown on the table, the tobacco pouch was bulging.
"Oh, that, when I stayed at Mist Garden for a few days after coming back, it was too boring, so I learned it from my master."
Bo Yanching's mouth twitched.
He wasn't sure whether to reprimand her first or sigh at Elder Jiang and Old Hu.
He asked indirectly, "Weren't you not interested in smoking before?"
"I still am not," Nan Jiaojiao blurted out.
Then she heard Bo Yanching laugh once, "Not interested? When I saw you, you almost never put the pipe down, and you seemed quite adept at it."
Nan Jiaojiao really didn't think there was any praise in his words.
