「The next day, in the afternoon.」
Since Sunday was his only day off, Su Zhuyun had a rare day at home from work.
The three of them gathered at home for a cozy milk tea session.
"Mmm~ This milk tea and these flower pastries are actually pretty good. Delicious!" Chen Shufen leaned back on the sofa, a cup of milk tea in one hand and a flower pastry in the other, savoring every bite.
Meanwhile, Su Zhuyun, who was beside them, felt a pang of regret. He looked at the tea leaves Su Chen had discarded in the trash and smacked his lips.
"Xiaochen, isn't it a bit of a waste to use such good tea for milk tea? How about you save some for me to drink?"
Seeing his father's pained expression, Su Chen was a bit baffled.
"What's wrong, Dad? This tea didn't cost much. Why do you look so pained?"
