Chun Nuan was invited by Grandpa Fang to have tea.
All along, Chun Nuan thought she had so knowledge about tea.
Whether it was the herbal tea recipe for Old Master Zhang’s teahouse or the flower tea recipe for Zhao Minghua’s teahouse, she always put a lot of effort into them.
Yet unexpectedly, the first sip of tea at the Fang family surprised her.
"You seem a bit chilled, drinking this tea will make you feel much better." Grandpa Fang said, "Why are you so careless? A young lady like you should stay ho in the middle of winter, not running around outside."
"Looking for herbs." Chun Nuan smiled slightly, "Tang Tie Tou said there are lots of herbs in his hotown, so I ca."
"You little girl, you’re a hard worker, but unfortunately, Xiaonian has no such fortune."
Chun Nuan... I’m really grateful for your fondness, sir. You can’t go three sentences without ntioning your dear grandson.
"Mr. Fang will et a better girl than ."
"I’ll take your good words." The old man said, "If you’re looking for herbs, you should ask Xiaonian."
"Would Mr. Fang be willing to teach ?"
Chun Nuan was actually a bit embarrassed to ask.
Mostly because Grandpa Fang was always trying to matchmake them.
"If you don’t mind, Miss, I would be happy to offer what little I know."
"Please, Mr. Fang, enlighten ."
"If you’re looking for herbs, you’ve co to the right place in Han State. We are famous for our dicinal herbs, especially the Han Eight Flavors."
The so-called Han Eight Flavors are Gastrodia, Arican Ginseng, Eucommia, Corydalis, Ginkgo, Aconite, Polyporus, and Cornelian Cherry.
Fang Xiaonian was such a refined person, yet when he talked about herbs, he spoke with great detail and enthusiasm, his eyebrows dancing, as if he had beco a different person.
Chun Nuan thought of the titles like dicine Sage and dicine Monster she had read about in books.
When a person is passionate about sothing, their spirit is completely different.
She had to admit, chatting with soone who shares your interest is truly enjoyable.
Fang Xiaonian and Chun Nuan were engrossed in their conversation, and before they knew it, they saw that: alright, Grandpa Fang was dozing off in his chair.
"Why don’t you help Grandpa Fang to rest?"
Old yet still like a child, really, watching an old person doze off is no different from watching a child, nodding off, blinking slowly when his head droops, regaining energy, then dozing off again after a while.
"No need, Grandpa rests like this. He takes a nap at this hour every day." Fang Xiaonian said, "He says sleeping too long during the day drains the body’s yang energy."
"Then let’s talk more quietly."
Truly afraid of waking him.
"No worries, when Grandpa falls asleep, even thunder won’t wake him."
That’s quite indulgent.
Generally speaking, one struggles to sleep in their first thirty years, and can’t wake up in their next thirty years.
The old man is nearly a hundred, yet he still has good sleep.
Chun Nuan asked about the old man’s daily living and diet.
"He eats everything, his teeth are still pretty good."
Good teeth make everything tasty.
"Oh, being idle, just wait a mont, I’ll go roll a cigarette for Grandpa, or he’ll be mad when he wakes up with no rolled tobacco."
Tobacco?
"Yes, leaf tobacco."
Fang Xiaonian went inside, took out tobacco leaves, then ticulously cut them into thin strands, rolling them slowly.
Chun Nuan saw this process as if it were as delicate as embroidering, and the rolled cigarette looked completely different from those of ordinary people, like a piece of art.
"The tobacco is grown by Grandpa himself, he only smokes his own tobacco." Fang Xiaonian said, "The tea he drinks is also grown by himself, the vegetables he eats are too..."
In short, although elderly, he’s completely self-sufficient.
"I see the herbs in this small courtyard..."
"All tended and planted by Grandpa." Fang Xiaonian said, "Grandpa does more work daily than I do. Most of my ti is spent on making dicine."
On the topic of dicine-making, Chun Nuan and Fang Xiaonian discussed for a while.
She had to admit, Fang Xiaonian’s skill in making dicine was slightly better than her own.
Once again marvelling that there’s always soone better.
Who would have thought, deep in the mountains lived such a pair of grandfather and grandson.
Tang Tie Tou really said he was on par with Grandpa Fang, but Chun Nuan was self-aware: Grandpa Fang lived to this old age for a reason.
What surprised Chun Nuan even more was: the Fang family ancestors didn’t study dicine, everything was figured out by Grandpa Fang himself.
Yes, he didn’t even have a ntor.
Yet he advised the villagers on many herbal concoctions, what ailnt needed what herb, and the prescribed dicines were effective under his guidance.
Chun Nuan found this unbelievable.
Judging by Fang Xiaonian’s age, she thought the old man must be hiding sothing.
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