Latakia tobacco was so rare that Vernon rather smoked Virginia tobacco.

The sight of the brand-new tobacco made Vernon's heart want to burst out of his chest. He even ignored Sheffield's joke and nodded insistently.

"Thank you, Evelyn. You're so thoughtful."

“It's all Sheffield." Evelyn sent Vernon a polite smile and looked at

Sheffield.

“He told me about your hobbies. We picked the gifts together."

If it weren't for Sheffield, she wouldn't have even known what gifts to buy Vernon.

Vernon knocked on Sheffield's head with the pipe.

“He is quick-witted.

Sadly, he just loves playing tricks too much and won't ever get serious. Evelyn, let me tell you something. When his grandfather was alive, this brat went to his yard every day to steal herbs and eat them. After his grandfather passed away, he began coming to my yard to steal herbs from me every day, and I beat him a lot for it.”

“Eating herbs?" Evelyn was intrigued.

“Yes! Stupid, right? He could have died from poison!" Vernon took a glance at Sheffield with a solemn face.

Evelyn nodded and pursed her lips at the thought of Sheffield eating herbs.

"Yes, really stupid."

“He was lucky enough to survive! You know what? When he was three years old, one day, when his grandfather wasn't paying attention, he ate some herbs of rhizoma Ligustici and almost died. Luckily, his grandfather found it in time and saved him." Vernon's face melted when he recalled

Sheffield's childhood.

Evelyn cast an affectionate glance at Sheffield, who had opened a jar of tea leaves and was smelling the Leaves. He acted as if he weren't the one Vernon was talking about.

“At that time, the one thing that his grandfather feared the most was that he would eat the poisonous Chinese medicinal herbs such as graceful jessamine herb. So, he specifically stored the herbs in a room, and he would lock the door every day in order to keep Sheffield away. Well, this guy took the chance when his grandfather was asleep to steal the key. He found a jar of graceful jessamine herb. He opened it and just as he was about to put his hand inside, the jar dropped on the ground. It broke into pieces before he could eat the herb. The noise woke his grandfather up. Sheffield ran away and went home by himself at eleven o'clock that night..."

"Master!" Sheffield groaned after hearing the conservation.

"I'm here to wish you a happy new year. But why do you keep talking about those embarrassing stories? I don't want Evelyn to Listen to you anymore.” It almost felt Like Sheffield was throwing a tantrum.

Evelyn coughed up her giggle and cast Sheffield an adorable gaze.

“Let

Grandpa continue. What are you afraid of?"

Sheffield shut his mouth and got back to smelling the leaves from the jar. He had no choice but to listen to Vernon's narration of his childhood.

Vernon didn't even bother Looking at Sheffield.