In one
little town, guests are considered gods and welcomed with a cup of tea.
When times
are hard, the host says in despair,
“If we had
milk, we could have borrowed sugar and made tea, but we don’t have tea-powder too!”
...
In another
busy town, a dinner guest complains,
“If the soup
had been as warm as the wine, and the wine as old as the fish, and the fish as
young as the maid, and the maid as willing as the hostess, it would have been a
very good meal.”
