Sitting on a chair at the bottom was a fair, fat, middle-aged nun.

With a smile on her face, the nun leaned forward slightly and said to the noble lady: "The tea was offered by a pilgrim, saying it was wild tea from Yunwu Mountain."

"The water for making tea is the snowflakes that fall on the petals of plum blossoms every other year."

"The poor nun put it in jars and buried it under the plum tree."

"Today I took it out for the first time and boiled it for tea. I wonder if it suits Madam's taste?"

The nun asked respectfully.

The noble lady sipping tea on the Luohan couch smiled slightly.

"It really tastes great. Master Ciyun is so considerate in treating me with such good tea," she said.

Ciyun also smiled.

"Madam is very devout to the empress. Today she prays for blessings and makes even more generous offerings."

"Ciyun will definitely light a lantern in front of the Buddha for my wife, and pray that my wife and her family will be in good health, that the young master will live a long life, and that the young daughter will be smart!"

The lady smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed and she nodded repeatedly.

"In that case, Master Ciyun, I'll spare you the trouble."

Ciyun waved his hand.

He seemed to have thought of something and said to the lady.

"Everything in the world has a cycle of cause and effect."

"I have something here, entrusted by a benefactor outside the hospital to pass it on to Madam."

Ciyun said, taking out a simple wooden box from the bottom of his sleeve and looking at it.

Present it to your lady with both hands.

"The donor said that she was an old friend of the madam. After seeing the contents of the box, the madam naturally understood."

The lady saw the quaint box.

I was secretly surprised.

This box is ordinary, doesn't it look like it's used to hold gold, silver and jewelry?

She frowned secretly, but still motioned to the maid Xiaocui next to her to take it over.

At her signal, Xiaocui opened the wooden box.

"Madam, it looks like a dried mushroom, wrinkled."

Xiaocui said, handing the wooden box to the lady.

The woman was even more surprised.

He put down the tea cup in his hand, took the box and looked at it carefully.

Ciyun, who was sitting at the bottom, also frowned secretly.

The girl who added five hundred cents for sesame oil as soon as she made the move, could it be that the gift she was asked to hand over was a dried shiitake mushroom?

Ciyun secretly observed the lady's expression and felt a cold sweat in her heart.

Wouldn't it anger the wife of the county magistrate?
Chapter completed!