The Pomelos Were Ripe!

That afternoon, Tang Shuyun and Yan Zhenwei were having tea at home. Yan Zhenwei brewed a pot for Tang Shuyun and said proudly, "Try it. What do you think of this tea? Our son-in-law sent it over not long ago!"

Tang Shuyun closed her eyes and smiled. "Just smelling this tea is a pleasure in itself!"

Tang Shuyun took a small sip and said with a smile, "Not bad. The tea leaves our son-in-law sent are good, and Old Yan, your tea-making skills have improved too!"

Yan Zhenwei looked at Tang Shuyun seriously. "Hahaha, the art of tea really is profound. Ordinary people can hardly grasp it!"

Tang Shuyun said with a smile, "Old Yan, I gave you one compliment, and you're going to ride that praise all day, aren't you?"

Yan Zhenwei smiled and poured her another cup. "It's not often that I hear you praise me like that. Here, have another cup!"

Tang Shuyun drank another cup.

After sitting for a while, Tang Shuyun got up and walked to the windowsill. She suddenly noticed that the pomelos on the several pomelo trees in their yard were hanging all over the branches.

They're ready to be picked. Without even noticing, there are so many pomelos this year.

Tang Shuyun called Yan Zhenwei over to the window. "Old Yan, come take a look! The pomelo trees in the yard have produced quite a lot of fruit this year!"

Yan Zhenwei walked over with his hands behind his back. "I really didn't expect our pomelo trees to bear this much fruit this year!"

Tang Shuyun suddenly had an idea and said with a smile, "Why don't we call Su Chen and Bing Xue over to pick a few pomelos to take home? There are so many of them—we shouldn't let them