Tang Qingying was fully aware of it in her heart.
Whether there was tea or not didn't matter.
As long as there were desserts!
"What's inside this? Is it double-skin milk? So fragrant. I can already smell the creaminess." Tang Qingying asked curiously.
Han Qiwu smiled and shook his head. He pressed down on the lids of the two plates and said, "Here's a hint: it's something popular among the people of the grasslands."
"Roast lamb leg," Tang Qingying blurted out without hesitation.
"Nope."
"Roast beef leg."
"Nope."
"Milk tea!"
"Nope."
"Milk skin!"
"Almost right."
Han Qiwu chuckled, opened the two plates, handed a spoon to Tang Qingying, and said, "This is cheese I made myself. Have a taste and tell me how it is."
"Thanks! It smells amazing. How do you know how to make everything?" Tang Qingying took the spoon and asked in astonishment.
Han Qiwu hadn't even thought much about it and instinctively replied, "I didn't know how to make this stuff before I met you."
