"Bubble tea?" Lin Xianghuai was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was a drink invented by the Han people. Many tourists had a cup in their hands. He had never tried it, but he wanted to buy some for Yuan Jiang and Xiao Bao.
"Yes, Dad!" Xiao Bao said expectantly. He had overheard passersby muttering that bubble tea was delicious, and he wanted to drink it too, and he wanted to give some to his mom. He tugged at Lin Xianghuai's sleeve and pleaded, "Please buy it for me, please, Dad!"
"When I grow up, I'll buy my dad a big house and a big car!"
"When Dad dies, Xiaobao will buy him the biggest burial plot!"
Lin Xianghuai laughed angrily: "You're really filial, wishing I would die every day."
"No way..." Xiao Bao pouted. He was still young and had no concept of life and death. But people in the village would always talk about where to be buried after death, so he thought about buying the biggest burial plot for his parents so that they could have a spacious place to live in hell.
Fortunately, Lin Xianghuai didn't know what Xiaobao was thinking, otherwise he would have kicked him into the ditch again.
Little White also stared intently at the Snow King's signboard, nuzzling Lin Xianghuai's neck with longing eyes and hissing.
Lin Xianghuai clicked his tongue in silence, walked over expressionlessly, and said in a clear, cold voice: "Three cups of bubble tea."
"Iced or hot? How much sugar? To drink now or to go?" the clerk asked politely.
Lin Xianghuai frowned, thought for a moment, and slowly said, "Hot, 50% sugar, to go."
This wasn't the first time Lin Xianghuai had gone down the mountain, but it was the first time he had bought milk tea. When Yuan Jiang was still mentally challenged, she would play with Xiao Bao every day. Lin Xianghuai had only taken Xiao Bao down the mountain twice. The first time was when Xiao Bao was one and a half years old. During that time, Yuan Jiang fell into the river and developed a high fever. He asked someone to take care of Yuan Jiang, but since no one could take care of Xiao Bao, he had no choice but to take care of him.
As for why Yuan Jiang wasn't taken down the mountain?
Lin Xianghuai was worried that if the simpleton got used to the fun places, he would want to come every day. On the other hand, he was also worried that the simpleton would get lost and then he would have to look for him. To avoid trouble, he simply didn't bring him.
The milk tea shop clerk quickly packed up the three cups of milk tea and handed them to Lin Xianghuai. Xiao Bao insisted on carrying them himself, but Lin Xianghuai rolled his eyes at him and handed the milk tea to him.
The two people and the snake went to the supermarket and bought a lot of daily necessities and some meat. They didn't return to the village until late afternoon.
"Mom! Dad and I are back!"
"We brought you super delicious ginger beef and milk tea!!"
Xiao Bao had a great time going down the mountain with Lin Xianghuai. He saw so many new and interesting things that he almost didn't want to go back to the village. He even pestered Lin Xianghuai to buy him a lot of toys that he had never seen before! Oh, and he also bought his mother a beautiful dress! He was so excited that his whole face turned red, and he shouted at the top of his lungs as soon as he entered the courtyard.
Yuan Jiang had already woken up, but when she woke up and couldn't find Lin Xianghuai and Xiao Bao, she guessed that the father and son had gone out.
Hearing Xiao Bao's voice, she quickly pushed open the door to see the anxious Xiao Bao.
"Mom!" Xiao Bao's beautiful fox eyes lit up. He put down what he was holding and ran towards her. Yuan Jiang bent down and caught him, her eyes crinkling with joy.
Little Bao looked up at her and said, "Mom, Little Bao missed you!"
Yuan Jiang gently wiped the beads of sweat from his face: "Mom misses you too."
It has to be said that, upon waking up in this unfamiliar place, Yuan Jiang's only solace was Xiao Bao, the child with whom she shared blood.
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