"Sit, have tea."
"Yes, my Lord."
Zheng Fan took a seat but did not pick up his teacup.
"This is Longjing tea produced in Qian State. Try it."
Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "My Lord, drinking tea right after a meal can harm the digestive system."
"Oh, is that so?"
Lord Jingnan put down his teacup and said, "Since you've joined the army, it's surprising you still pay attention to your health."
"To answer you, my Lord, I joined the army to expand the territory of Yan. Preserving my health is so I can live long enough to witness the prosperity of Yan after that expansion."
"Grind ink for me."
"Yes, my Lord."
"I'm writing a letter to Wei Zhonghe. The Ministry of Rites is in need of talent like you."
Zheng Fan was speechless.
