"Miss, so you..."
"That's enough." Qiaoqiao finished shaking each teacup, then dipped her finger in the tea, gave it a lick, "Hmm, no strange tastes, just the original flavor of the tea. Uncle Wu, serve this, treat them well."
Just as she was about to walk out, Qiaoqiao suddenly remembered, "Uncle Wu, lock all the toilet doors in the house later, all of them."
When Qiaoqiao and Uncle Wu returned to Yun Qing's side with the freshly brewed top-grade West Lake Longjing tea, Qiaoqiao put on a pretense of a gentle smile from afar.
"Dad. West Lake Longjing." Qiaoqiao deliberately brought a porcelain cup full of laxative, holding it in front of Yun Qing with both hands, "This is the top of the top, you should have a taste."
Yun Qing quickly accepted the porcelain teacup from her hand as he wanted to continue negotiating with Qiaoqiao.
