Song Qingchun was surprised by Auntie Su's sudden demand. Even though she was confused, she still nodded obediently and said, "Sure."
The hotel's café was empty. Song Qingchun and Auntie Su found a table close to the window and sat down across from each other. Auntie Su, in her youth, had brought up her son on her own. At the time, she had wished that she could join the other young women her age in these high-end cafes to have a leisurely afternoon coffee, but she could not because of her purse strings. As she got older and richer, she no longer enjoyed the smell of coffee even though she could now purchase the best coffee in the world. When the waiter came with the drinks menu, she ordered a pot of tea that was more to her taste considering her age.
After the tea was served, Song Qingchun reached out to pour the tea, but Auntie Su was faster than she was. The older lady picked up the pot, poured two cups of tea, and served one to Song Qingchun.
