The old monk tugged on his white beard and laughed, saying, "What the benefactor speaks is true. Indeed, I needed those items for the benefit of the people, to do good deeds."
Chen Afu sneered, "Not necessarily, those leaves..."
The old monk, blushing, interrupted her, saying, "Those leaves, I couldn't resist. I wanted to make a unique incense, but that little thing is too stingy... okay, okay, since the benefactor is fighting for the welfare of the people, you can put the blame on me for any unfavorable talk. But, since it is taken out in my name, there is no reason for Lingyin Temple not to plant it. Benefactor, just give me some of those special watermelon and cucumber seeds."
This request was reasonable and not excessive. Chen Afu nodded in agreement, saying she would send them over in a few days.
