Mo Ting shook his head helplessly. He walked to the table beside him, picked up a bowl, and handed it to her.
"Fermented glutinous rice ice powder!" Su Yuan's eyes lit up as she nimbly took the bowl from Mo Ting's hands and placed a spoonful into her mouth. The ice powder, Taro balls, fermented rice, and smoothie exploded in his mouth. Don't mention how delicious it was.
Su Yuan said, "It's delicious! He felt that his life had been fulfilled. Eh? This taste seems to be the signature dessert of the hot pot restaurant we've eaten before."
"Oh, really? Looks like I'll have to raise the salary of the chef." As he spoke, Chen Yi glanced at the takeaway bags hidden under the coffee table.
After watching Su Yuan finish her bowl of ice powder, Mo Ting walked over to the bedside table and picked up a small glass bottle.
"What is this?" Su Yuan asked curiously.
