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Two cups of the same milk tea, yet they taste slightly different.
But Chen Yuan thought this was reasonable, after all, one had seven points of sugar and the other was half sugar; the one with seven points of sugar should be more...
No, that's not right, why does the half sugar one taste sweeter?
I get it, the peach is rotten, I'm at a loss!
If you don't give me an explanation, I'll blow up all the Good Me Milk Teas in Xia Hai.
If you do, I can narrow it down to ChaPanda.
"You drink it, I'm cutting sugar." After taking a sip of the milk tea, Chen Yuan handed it to Xia Xinyu, while feeling a little guilty inside.
Just like when he was a child, the Old Man would take him for breakfast, order a serving of fried sauce noodles, and keep saying he wasn't hungry, insisting that Yuan eat. At that time, Chen Yuan was deeply moved, feeling as if his father's figure had become towering.
