Chen Qiao watched as his daughter took Lin Xinyue upstairs, and glanced at the Black Truffle Taro Milk Tea in his cup that he hadn't finished drinking, with the corners of his eyes twitching.
That was black truffle from the south of France, costing eight thousand euros per kilogram, hard to buy even if you have the money!
And his prodigal daughter used it to make milk tea?
What a waste of heavenly gifts!
But he had only this one daughter, no matter how she splurged, he could only grind his teeth and swallow it.
Chen Qiao wanted to cry but had no tears, just as he was grieving for his truffles.
Mr. Chen Tian finally got over his drunkenness, remembering what he had said to Gu Yu before.
He said to Chen Qiao, "Son, take out that Special Grade Saffron and the hundred-year-old ginseng from my collection; let's make some tea for these young lads."
"Yu, didn't you say you felt a bit weak? This will be good for you."
