"What?"
Mrs. Qi looked bewildered, even doubting if there was something wrong with her ears.
However, Yi Meng thought of something else and patiently asked, "Manbao, are you saying that your grandpa won't get sick as long as he has tobacco leaves?"
"It's not that he won't get sick."
Qi Manman's little eyebrows furrowed tightly, unsure how to explain this issue.
Yi Meng saw her like this and felt as if something was not quite right.
If not sick, then what could it be?
Qi Manman scratched her head, not knowing how to explain, which made Mrs. Qi feel a wave of heartache. She directly made a decision and said to Yi Meng, "Let Sanlang go out to see if he can buy some tobacco leaves. The old man can't live without that smoke, and on this journey, he doesn't know how many puffs of cold air he's inhaled."
"Alright, I'll arrange it now."
Yi Meng also felt that this was the only way to handle it at the moment.
