The aroma of cinnamon grew stronger with the heat, mingling with the scent of milk foam in the coffee shop air. Suddenly, she had a craving for dried apples drying in bamboo trays under the sun. The slightly curled dried apples paired perfectly with the rich, creamy coffee.
After the female lead made the suggestion to Ono, she didn't expect that Sister Amei also wanted to eat dried apples, so she immediately went back to get some and ate them with everyone.
They chatted, drank coffee, and ate various homemade dried fruits, their stomachs filled with warmth. With the last bite, a faint, spicy lingering flavor of cinnamon remained on their tongues, like a playful little girl reluctant to leave, leaving a lasting impression.
Ono packed up some cinnamon powder and distributed it to everyone. For a while, and for a long time afterward, the aroma of cinnamon tea wafted from every house.
The female protagonist couldn't resist brewing hot apple cinnamon tea. Just the smell of it was incredibly comforting, boosting her confidence. She even added some ginger and brown sugar while brewing, eventually making ginger cinnamon brown sugar milk tea. Looking at this increasingly greedy drink, she took a sip with a skeptical determination.
Surprisingly, it's not bad.
She looked at the amber liquid in the rough ceramic cup in her hand. When the liquid swayed, it looked like a ribbon. She suddenly had a whim and didn't add milk foam. Instead, it gave the milk tea a warm luster. The texture of the brown sugar and milk tea colliding and blending was somewhat like the halo seen when looking directly at the sunlight, which made her heart tremble.
It seems like too much brown sugar was added; the taste is somewhat like the brown sugar ginger tea my grandmother used to make when I was a child. To mask the spiciness of the ginger juice, she always added a lot of brown sugar.
The cinnamon's spiciness was a little hard to find, surprisingly hidden in the milk tea, which unexpectedly softened the abruptness of the ginger. She finished the rest of the cup in one gulp, saw the remaining brown sugar at the bottom, scooped it up with a wooden spoon, put it in her mouth, and waited for a bite before the sugar granules slowly spread on her tongue, and she could still feel some graininess on her palate.
After finishing the drink, she couldn't resist bringing the empty glass to her nose and taking a deep sniff, wanting to inhale the lingering sweetness, spiciness, and warmth into her body.
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