Moving the paper cup in front of her, Zhang xinci immediately smelled a strong pear fragrance, the fresh and sweet fragrance was particularly obvious.
At this time, she realized that the faint fruit fragrance just now should be the fragrance of pears. She took one of the paper cups that uncle Guo had put aside before, poured half of it into it, and handed the rest to Yang Mei.
Nowadays, drinkers would bring a few cups that they liked if they had the conditions to come to drink. There were porcelain, crystal, or all kinds of other materials. There was almost nothing that you couldn't think of that they couldn't bring.
For example, old Lu especially liked to bring his own bamboo cup with a handle. Probably because he used it often, the entire cup was dark green in color. The entire cup was smooth, and one could tell at a glance that it was the owner's favorite item.
