Speaking of Isabella Weaver, Grandpa King coughed and said, "I heard your granddaughter-in-law bought a box of century-old Pu'er tea at the auction?"
Ben Hunter looked proud, "Yeah, my granddaughter-in-law knows I love it, so she specially got it for me."
"Then... why don't you share half with me?"
"No way!"
Ben Hunter immediately jumped off the bed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, moving so nimbly that he didn't seem like a man in his seventies.
As he went to wash up, Grandpa King kept following him, nagging, "I heard that box of tea cakes is quite large, over two and a half pounds. If you can't give me half, how about a pound?"
"No way!"
"Then even half a pound?"
"Half an ounce!"
"What can I do with half an ounce? You old miser, we've known each other since we were kids!"
The two squabbled noisily until Johan Niles brought someone in, finally managing to persuade them to stop.
