Jian Qingqing went back to the kitchen to get the rest of the milk tea for Ming Zhiyan to drink with Lin Zhiqing and Granny Lin. She even made a bowl for them.
Ming Zhiyan smelled the familiar scent in the bowl and asked, "Did you get this tea from the storeroom?"
Jian Qingqing shook her head. "I don't know. The Ccook gave it to me, but the box is very beautiful. If you finish the tea, can you give me the box? I want to use it to store something."
Ming Zhiyan silently took a sip of the milk tea, thinking that it was quite delicious.
He nodded. "Take the tea back with you. I don't really drink tea."
Jian Qingqing hesitated. "Is it not good? Your tea looks expensive. I only took a little to make the milk tea, and it already has such a strong fragrance."
Ming Zhiyan shook his head. "It's okay. The tea leaves are meant to be drunk. It would be a waste if I don't drink it. It's also quite delicious if you use it to make milk tea."
