The topic wandered off as we chatted.
After people left, Song Tan did some calculations before saying to Wu Lan, "Mom, talk to the aunts tonight and ask for some help sorting through the tea leaves after dinner. I need to bring over seven pounds tomorrow."
Five pounds for Yun City, one for the bureau, and another pound for those poor masters.
Oh, that's not right.
Song Tan also remembered someone else.
"Let's pack an extra three pounds. I'm going to send it to Imperial City."
"And give Grandpa one pound for his drinking, don't mention the price. When he's finished it, we can give him more. It's the same for my dad, how can you be reluctant to taste your own produce? Let him drink as much as he wants, as long as he doesn't give it away."
After all, you can't eat tea leaves as a meal, so how much can you actually drink in a year?
Wu Lan predictably fell back into old habits, feeling a wrench in her heart as soon as she heard that their own family would be drinking the tea.
