Listening to Yaya chattering like a small bird, sharing all of this with him.
Zhou Jiahao merely smiled.
"Tired, huh? Go rest, take a break."
Then he truly looked at Mama Liu, telling her to take Yaya to rest.
Just a child, yet bringing so much joy to Yaya?
Should he bring this child home?
His gaze falls on the bag of tea leaves.
What kind of tea could it be that earned Yaya's endless praises?
He began to brew it.
As the tea aroma wafted into the air, he found himself entranced for a moment.
What a lovely scent.
Did such good tea exist in their homeland?
Even though Zhou Jiahao had grown up abroad, he still held great affection for traditional products and ancestral artifacts from their homeland.
He couldn't resist tasting it.
Indeed, this taste was really good.
But what tea was it?
He ruled out all the teas he had tasted before; none of them had this particular flavor.
It seemed this was a new type of tea.
Zhou Qinya essentially visited Little Huzi every day.
