When she returned to Baolin Residence, she saw milk tea in a ceramic jar.
A rich, salty flavor is what makes authentic milk tea.
She rubbed her eyes hard; it was good enough that it was milk, but it was even properly boiled.
Yun Niangzi brought over bowls and distributed them to several people.
Xiao An had never drunk milk before, but she found the taste strange and the taste salty, not sweet.
Song Liyun, however, liked it. She broke off pieces of dried bread and soaked them in milk tea, drinking and eating them at the same time.
Abu stared at her wide-eyed: "Sister Song, have you ever had milk tea?"
"What's the big deal about whether I've drunk it or not? Aren't all people born knowing how to drink milk?" Song Liyun argued.
Abu pouted, unconvinced. "They were born with that skill, so why can't the other two?"
At this moment, Song Zhenping and Xiao An were trying to get used to the smell of milk.
Zhao Tingduo didn't say anything, but just picked up her milk tea and took a sip.
This milk tea was obtained by him and Abu from the tribesmen who stayed outside to meet them, whom they found in the Yellow Sand River.
After a long night, I felt tired, so I decided to have some milk tea to refresh myself.
However, seeing Song Liyun's excitement while drinking tea made him feel happy, and he felt it was more relaxing than drinking the fragrant milk tea himself.
Song Liyun took a sip of milk tea, leaving a white stain around her mouth. She licked her lips and asked with lingering satisfaction, "Ashi, where did you find the milk?"
Zhao Tingduo avoided answering, instead saying, "If you like it, you can drink it often in the future."
Song Liyun laughed: "You asked the garrison for it, didn't you!"
Zhao Ashi did not give a direct answer.
Song Liyun knew it was best not to ask any more questions.
Before she could even go out to pick mushrooms after finishing her milk tea, someone else came looking for her.
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