In the main room of the old Yang Family house, Yang Dahai sat in the master's seat, silently smoking a hand-rolled cigarette. The smoke, unable to disperse, swirled up to the ceiling in rings.
Fang Ci sat below, her brows furrowed with worry. Suddenly, a waft of smoke came her way, making her tear up. Unable to contain her anger, she scolded, "Smoke, smoke, smoke, at a time like this, you still have the leisure to smoke..."
"Mom, are you okay?" Yang Zhigang hurried to open the door a bit wider for fresh air, and also opened two windows.
Yang Dahai, scolded by his wife, sighed and eventually put out the cigarette. Normally, he wouldn't smoke so heavily indoors; it was just that he was feeling restless...
