Soon, Qiao Ze ladled out a cup of sour plum drink for both Su Mucheng and Zhang Zhou under the canopy set up by the logistics department outside the gymnasium.
This was also one of Qiao Ze's favorite beverages, sour and sweet.
In the past, if his appetite wasn't good, Lu Xiuxiu would simmer a pot for him, which he would enjoy once it cooled down.
When they got back to the School of Mathematics' new student orientation spot, it so happened that a group had already been led away by other seniors, leaving Su Mucheng and Zhang Zhou with nothing to do.
"Wow, Qiao, how did you know sour plum drink is my favorite?" Su Mucheng exclaimed joyfully, holding the sour plum drink Qiao Ze specially brought for her, even though it was free.
"I like it too," Qiao Ze said.
"Huh, it seems we have similar tastes, no wonder I find Lu's cooking the tastiest," Su Mucheng happily said.
