Yang Fan didn't interrupt their conversation.
He actually had a lot of questions in his mind, but seeing the old man shaking and taking forever to hit the voice button with his finger, it was better not to interrupt.
If he broke the old man's train of thought, the old man would have to search for the voice button all over again, which would be a hassle.
It was only after they finished chatting that the old man shakily put the phone on the cash register, and Yang Fan asked, "Old man, doesn't that thing have a name?"
"It should have a name, but people like us old folks are just too old, and we never really figured it out in the past. There's nothing in this world that doesn't have a name, how could it be nameless?" The old man said with a smile to Yang Fan, instinctively reaching for the cigarettes on the counter.
They were Yang Fan's.
The previous pack had been pushed over to the side of the cash register by him.
