The old man sat up and took the paper bag. As soon as he took it, he smelled the fragrance of tea.

"Prodigal girl, with such good tea, you just get a newspaper bag?" The old man immediately lifted the blanket and hurried back to the house to find a container.

An Yinan smiled. Nothing in her dimension would deteriorate or change its taste. This paper bag had just been specially wrapped from the dimension, otherwise there wouldn't even be a newspaper.

She wandered to ...