Lun Jing came in a hurry this time, traveling light, and had her large luggage sent by courier. So when she arrived at Lao Song's family, she felt a bit embarrassed:
"I didn't bring much... Look at this, I came empty-handed..."
Oh! Her son is almost like a live-in son-in-law now, and Xiaochuan is so considerate. They don't care at all about stuff like coming empty-handed.
Wu Lan was overjoyed: "It's a good thing you came today. In a few days, we'll all be so busy that we won't even have time to talk."
"I know!" Although Lun Jing hadn't come, she was well-informed:
"Is there tea to be harvested? I'm planning to try it! Isn't Xiaochuan's guesthouse not ready yet? It's just the right opportunity for me to experience it."
"Well, you might not really experience it." Wu Lan spoke honestly:
"Tea branches scratch your legs, there's dew in the fields, mosquitoes, nests of spiders, and those bugs."
