Old Master Cheng's body was not in good condition, to begin with. He had caught a cold. As soon as the wind blew, he began to cough non-stop. The more he coughed, the more severe it became. His entire body was trembling.
Cheng Ling walked to the edge of the field and picked up a teacup and washed it. Then, she poured a cup of tea and handed it to Old Master Cheng.
"Drink some. It's chrysanthemum tea made from my chrysanthemum."
"Is your cup clean?"
"Are you going to drink it or not?" Cheng Ling's patience was running out.
Old Master Cheng coughed so hard that his throat was sore. He needed a cup of tea to moisten his throat.
He could only take the cup from Cheng Ling's hand and drink the tea in one gulp.
The temperature of the water was just right. It was neither hot nor cold.
After drinking it, Old Master Cheng felt that the itchiness in his throat had disappeared. He was very comfortable now.
