The old man held a tobacco pipe in his hand, smoking that kind of old leafy tobacco, which had a very choking smell.
It's said that many people can't handle smoking this kind of old leaf tobacco; just one puff fills their mouth and throat with the bitter taste of huanglian.
At that time, Chi Yu had just finished a video call with Gu Yuan. He put his phone in his pants pocket and looked at the old man opposite him: "Hello, can I help you with something?"
"What, you don't recognize me?" The village chief was originally very certain, but looking at the young man's reaction, he suddenly wasn't so sure.
Chi Yu: ?
His memory wasn't bad. If the other person really knew him, yet he didn't recognize them, it probably had something to do with his memory loss; Chi Yu was still aware of this.
"Where's Yanyan?" The village chief looked around several times but didn't see Gu Yuan.
Chi Yu was genuinely confused: "Who is Yanyan?"
Village chief: "Yanyan is Yanyan, hey, you brat."
