"What a guy!"
A group of middle-aged men grumbled and complained, "I asked you to play cards, and you wouldn't come! Old Wu suggested going fishing, and you still wouldn't go... When asked what you wanted to do, you said you wanted to stay home and taste tea!"
Retired middle-aged men either strut around scenic spots wearing jackets with equally retired old ladies or squat by the water, dedicated solely to fishing.
If not that, they're gambling on the card tables, playing for stakes of a mere one or five yuan.
Their plans had been disrupted, and Old Sun had spoken so mysteriously, as if he had acquired some extraordinary, top-notch Da Hong Pao!
Everyone wavered, and within a few words, they were egging him on to come back and share this exceptional tea with the group.
Old Sun, putting on airs, initially pretended to be reluctant. How much could each of them drink anyway? At most a liang?
Yet, he still hemmed and hawed.
