It's obvious, with this kind of good tea, even if my closed-door disciple has some means, how much can he really have?
If I were to squander it recklessly, what would I do for the rest of the days?
Imperial Physician Du, who had never bothered to budget his tea consumption, has now learned to calculate meticulously, thinking of drinking it slowly, sometimes hungry, sometimes full, so that it could last until the next Qingming.
Today, not wanting to lose face, he painfully took out the tea leaves to share, not expecting this second-ranked official to be so shameless!
Zhu Haoran, unlike Governor Chen, didn't have such a thick skin to act first, could only regret silently, and couldn't help but say: "Old Du, this kind of good tea, how is it the rural wild tea you mentioned? Bring me two pounds of such rural wild tea!"
Imperial Physician Du nearly spat, such a big face, asking for two pounds right off the bat. Why don't you ask for two carts!
