C150 Acerbity

Weng Xinyun sipped her tea and sighed, "Isn't this the Longjing before the rains in March this year? "I remember that my father got half a pound and sent four taels to my mother. The rest he sent over to my aunt Wang."

Aunt Wang accompanied him with a smile. "How could I bear to drink this tea? It's just that sometimes old master steeps a pot when he comes."

"Aunt Wang is pregnant