Qin Zhiya immediately burst into laughter, taking the tea from Ruanruan's hand. He pulled at Ruanruan's little hand with a face full of affection.
"It's my Ruanruan who cares about me the most."
After speaking, he glared at his own son, "Unlike you, who doesn't know how to adapt at all."
Bo Qing looked at the old and the young with a speechless expression, somewhat helpless.
"Alright, alright, I'll go make it for you."
The elderly and the young one exchanged glances and simultaneously revealed smiles.
Jiang Jincheng was sipping his own milk tea when he saw Qin Bo head to the kitchen. He also set aside the milk tea under his blanket and quietly followed.
"What are you doing in here?"
Qin Bo rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his forearms, and calmly started to wash the cups.
"Uncle, can you teach me how to make milk tea?"
Jiang Jincheng looked at Qin Bo earnestly.
