Huo Junlin conjured a cup of hot coffee and handed it to her. “Try this to refresh yourself. It’s better than looking at your phone.”
Yun Qiao took it and took a sip.
Yay!
It was delicious!
Gong Sheng was a very traditional man. He usually drank all kinds of pu’er single tufts of small green tangerines... he rarely drank coffee.
Sometimes, the servants would make a cup of black, american-style bitter coffee for breakfast.
She tasted it like a traditional Chinese medicine soup.
Huo Junlin’s Cup was different.
The coffee smelled like milk, and there was a thick layer of thick, sweet milk cover on it. There was also an aftertaste of burnt aroma in her mouth.
“This is a caramel macchiato, suitable for girls. You should try this one in the future,”Huo Junlin said with a smile.
Yun Qiao nodded vigorously and took another big gulp.
