Old Mr. Meng couldn't bear to let his newly accepted young disciple pull weeds under the scorching sun. What if she really turned into a little black charcoal?
So he picked a few handfuls of scallions for the cook to make scallion pancakes and went back inside to brew some tea and chat.
Old Mr. Meng changed into a soft cotton robe, came to the courtyard, and saw the girl sitting so casually at the bamboo table and chairs under the large ginkgo tree, holding tea tongs and contently brewing tea. Looking at her like this, she seemed quite poised.
He walked over with his hands behind his back, stood beside her and watched. Boiling water, rinsing, brewing tea, pouring cups—her movements flowed smoothly and effortlessly, all in one go.
"Master, please have some tea." Wufu handed over the tea with a smile after standing up.
Old Mr. Meng took it, sat down, and said, "You're getting quite good at brewing tea."
Wufu poured herself a cup too, saying, "Just fooling around."
