Wei Wusheng was quite indifferent to the milk. He picked up the cup and drank the milk tea in one gulp, saying in surprise, "It's not bad!"
Jian Qingqing said proudly, "Of course! How can the things I make not taste good?"
Wei Wusheng flicked her and said, "You're not modest at alll."
After saying that, he felt that the taste of this milk tea was becoming more and more fragrant in his mouth. The aftertaste was endless, as if he was addicted to it, so he poured another cup.
This cup was used to drink tea. It was very small, and even if it was filled to the brim, it would only take one sip.
After drinking it, Wei Wusheng threw the cup to the side unhappily.
Tsk, troublesome.
He was about to pick up the entire teapot and wanted to pour it directly into his mouth.
Jian Qingqing said in shock, "Brother, what are you doing!"
Wei Wusheng frowned and looked at her, saying, "Drinking directly, what else can I do?"
