"It's okay, not too bad, right?" Zhang Qingqing said.

An Yinan smiled and did not respond, but said to her, "Come here and try the milk tea."

Zhang Qingqing blinked, "Is it going to be fine so soon?"

After she took the bowl, she smelled the mixed smell of milk and tea, the slightly brown liquid, "It smells so good."

The little girl blew, and then took a sip along the edge of the bowl. The aroma in her mouth was so mellow, "I can't blame them all for praising ...