Ding Ling pouted and said, "Grandpa is really biased. Last time, when I wanted to ask him for some, I had to beg him for half a month. Ding Fan, do you have extra? Give me some, this is definitely good stuff."
Ding Fan was a bit surprised. He had never bothered to study the quality of tea, so how could he understand the tea's quality? He glanced at the maid and asked, "How much of this tea do we have?"
The maid thought for a moment and said, "There are some, seems like two or three pounds."
"Go pack a pound for each of them!"
Ding Fan waved his hand, and the maid hurried downstairs to pack the tea. Ding Ling immediately opened her eyes and chuckled lightly, Ding Lin smiled and nodded, not because he saw the tea, but because Ding Fan was so hospitable. If he gives each a pound, he doesn't have much left for himself.
