Zhao Hui had hurried over after receiving Jia Tianlong's call.
When Li Long opened the door, he saw Zhao Hui bundled up warmly, carrying two securely tied cardboard boxes. From his expression, Li Long could tell they were heavy.
"Hello, Comrade Xiao Li, hello!" Seeing Li Long, Zhao Hui set the boxes down and let out a breath. He adjusted his glasses, then clasped Li Long's hand in both of his and said with a smile:
"Long time no see. Is everyone in the family well?"
Zhao Hui was very warm toward him. A little surprised, Li Long smiled and said:
"They're all doing well. Come in, come in. It's freezing outside in the middle of winter... Here, let me carry those."
Each box weighed around twenty kilograms. Li Long bent down, picked them up, and led Zhao Hui inside.
The fire roared in the stove, making the room as warm as spring. Indoors and outdoors were like two different worlds, and Zhao Hui's glasses instantly fogged up.
He took them off, pulled out a lens cloth to wipe them, and put them back on before remarking to Li Long:
"Even after seven or eight years in Northern Xinjiang, I still haven't really adjusted to the winters and summers. As soon as October comes, I go back to my hometown. It's damp there, but not this cold."
"Here, have some water." Li Long set the boxes beside the coffee table, poured him some water, and handed it over with a smile. "Then what brought you back?"
"Old Jia told me you'd picked up a few good pelts, and I couldn't resist. So I bought a last-minute ticket and came straight over."
This time, Li Long was the one who felt surprised. Was it really worth all that for a few