The Headman Cheng, at his age, if you were to say he had loved something consistently from his youth to his old age, it would be simple to say, it was beauties.
Thus, when this maid with enchanting eyes and a slender waist walked into the room, swaying gracefully and speaking melodiously while carrying the teapot, her waist so thin it could not be grasped in one hand, and her wrist too delicate to be twined, Headman Cheng felt himself go soft.
But he was not so befuddled as to forget that this was the Governor's Office, and though he might have been lustful, he dared not to take liberties.
He tensed his face, sat up straight, stiffened his back, and with an air of righteousness, inquired, "Yumingxiang Tea is a tribute to the Emperor, available only in the Imperial Palace or the distinguished manors of various royal households. Being a man of Jianghu myself, naturally, I have not had the pleasure of tasting such. Thank you, Helmsman, for treating me to such a fine tea."
