Gao Shunyi glanced at his wife, her words seemingly without head or tail, some nonsense. He didn't respond but reached for his tobacco pipe, ready to indulge in a post-meal smoke, which was like tasting the clouds and mist, akin to a fairy's delight.
Li Xiulan, slightly displeased, smacked Gao Shunyi's arm with a slap. "I'm talking serious business here, and you start puffing on your poisonous concoction again?"
Tobacco scattered all over the bed, Gao Shunyi said a bit angrily, "If you want to talk, just talk. Why hit me? Look at this mess of tobacco now."
Li Xiulan said, "You don't do any proper work all day, just know how to puff, puff that suffocating dry tobacco."
While tidying up, Gao Shunyi responded, "I'd like to smoke Daqianmen or Golden Leaf instead, if only you'd get it for me."
Once Gao Shunyi had cleaned up, Li Xiulan continued, "What do you think about setting up Luo Qiao with our youngest son?"