Song Tan had no idea how many gentlemen's hearts had been hurt by that tea; she only knew she had spent a whole day and it was already six o'clock when she arrived home.
"This day really dragged on."
Having alighted from the vehicle, Zhang Yanping stretched lazily, feeling completely stiff all over.
Then she began rubbing her stomach, crying out, "Aunt, what's for dinner tonight? I'm so hungry!"
Wu Lan, with tea-picking sleeves still on her arms, came out of the kitchen carrying a large basin:
"I found a pork leg in the fridge, I've forgotten which year it was frozen in, so I had your uncle chop it up—tonight we're having this!"
Zhang Yanping now held no luxury expectations for meat, just looking at her pitifully: "What about the Milk Vetch..."
Wu Lan burst into laughter: "You won't miss out on that, Tantan is so fussy; if it isn't grown in the field, she won't even eat it."
