For a time, a group of people gathered in front of the small shop and rushed to buy pearl milk tea.

Among these people were students from Zhuxian Academy, as well as passers-by who were attracted by the smell of pearl milk tea and firecrackers after the trial opening yesterday.

While Li Yunniang was helping to pass the milk tea cups with her hands and feet, she whispered to Uncle Wang: "I wanted Mr. Mo to give the shop an elegant name, but who knew that Qianqian insisted on calling it something that everyone would say. It really is everyone's name."
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Feeling happy for a moment, Li Yunniang became more and more energetic in her work.

At the door of the penthouse, the most uncomfortable person was Mo Yan.

Every day, when he gets up in the morning, he always lights a fire to boil water, makes coarse tea, drinks a large bowl, eats a few steamed buns, and hastily makes breakfast.

This is a good time. He opens a small shop next to his penthouse. From now on, his life will be a difficult time when human willpower and temptation resist.

At this time, the rich smell of milk from next door spread to his ear room.

All around, there were always people taking a sip of milk tea, eating a sip of tapioca pearl balls, smacking their mouths excitedly, and bursts of praise, making his heart begin to betray his tea.

Finally, he couldn't resist the temptation, put down the tea cup, ran out the door, stood on tiptoe, lined up behind the crowd, and shouted loudly: "Give me a cup too."

Inside the house, Xia Qianqian looked at him and laughed dumbly.

She poured a glass casually and was about to go out.

Li Yunniang grabbed her sleeve, put her bag into her hand, and warned: "We are very busy here, you go and have a good class."

Xia Qianqian still wants to stay for a while, after all, there is still some time before class.

Aunt Gui on the side said respectfully: "Girl, you can go ahead. There is no need to worry about things here. We will definitely take care of them."

Hua Zhuer also nodded repeatedly, "Girl, we will definitely be able to handle it."

They are all carefully selected by Cuyu and Xi Yalan, so she can rest assured.

"Okay. I'm leaving then."

Xia Qianqian walked out of the small door behind the shop and entered the side door of the penthouse.

She put the pearl milk tea on the table and called out, "Mr. Mo, this is for you. This is cold. If you like to drink it hot, you can put it in a pot and boil it."

"It's cool!" It's a hot day in May.

As soon as a person drinks water, he is covered in sweat.

It's not that he likes to drink hot tea, but that he has to boil water to make tea. Before the tea gets cold, he becomes unbearably thirsty.

Generally speaking, Mo Yan is informal at work and is not a person who is very good at managing affairs in life.

He grabbed the cup on the table and took a big sip. The rich aroma of milk and tea mixed together, creating a unique flavor.

Mo Yan squinted his eyes with satisfaction, then turned his attention to the cup in his hand and hesitated: "This... what kind of cup is this?"

Xia Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and then said with a guilty conscience: "Paper cup."

In ancient times, there were no disposable cups. All things used for drinking tea and soup were porcelain cups and bowls made of ceramics.

Therefore, when people in ancient times ate and drank tea, they mostly dine in dine-in.

When a store opens a shop, even a simple street stall will have a table and a few chairs.

A customer has arrived, and a large bowl of tea is placed on the table.

When a customer finishes drinking and leaves, the bowls and chopsticks will be left behind.

And her shop is very small. On the avenue in front of the door, students are in class and people are coming and going.

She cannot take advantage of the situation.

Therefore, the things she sells must be taken away.

Before, when she was selling soy milk, she cut off the bamboos section by section, and used the middle sections to make small buckets, which were used as cups to take away.

But in the future, she will sell milk tea, and the demand for cups is too great, so she can't waste her time making bamboo tubes to use as cups.

Therefore, she thought of the most modern paper cups and plastic cups.

This kind of cup came after thousands of evolutions. It is convenient, fast, and easy to carry. It is really easy to use.

"What?" Mo Yan held the paper cup and looked left and right, up and down, and he was surprised, "This paper can actually be made into a cup."

In modern society, due to the advancement of papermaking technology, there are countless derivatives of paper products.

Xia Qianqian couldn't explain everything.

She was carrying her schoolbag to go to class, and Mo Yan chased her out, "Xia Xiazi, where did you buy this cup? I'll buy one another day."

Xia Qianqian waved her hand, "I'll give you a few someday."

I only have this thing here. If you want to buy it, you may have to travel all over Daqian Country, but you won’t be able to buy it.

Xia Qianqian strolled to Guizi class. Along the way, she occasionally met students who waved and said hello to her.

She also smiled and nodded in response.

Now at Zhuxian Academy, she is already famous.

This famous name is not only because she once relied on her own strength to fight Zhu Zirong at the gate of Nianxianyuan.

It was her exquisite painting skills in Zhu Zirong's painting class that won the recognition of everyone, including Zhu Zirong.

What's more, she has a close friendship with Yu Yinghua, who has always been cold-tempered and known as an ice beauty.

Once, in full view of everyone, she helped Mr. Yu return to her residence. Mr. Yu, whom everyone feared, actually held her in his arms and cried.

Others bluntly said that every day when she came to the college, she rode Mr. Mo’s carriage.

Xia Qianqian, the best person in the world, after conquering all the weird gentlemen in the college, opened a small "Everyone's Hair" shop at the gate of the school.

The pearl milk tea sold in small shops has a long-lasting taste and a long aftertaste, especially the cups used to hold the milk tea are made of paper.

Paper is not cheap in Daqian Country.

Everyone can't figure out how many strange things Xia Qianqian has in her brain.

Everyone's attitude towards Xia Qianqian has changed from watching indifferently at first, to curiosity and inquiry, to now admiration, even wonderment and envy.

This process only took just two months.

In Nianxianyuan, there are more than a dozen cups of milk tea placed on the table in the wing room.

Xi Yalan sat at the table, looking at these cups, with tenderness that turned into water in her eyes, "She has lost it outside, and her business skills are much better than those of her three brothers."

Behind her, Nanny Rong also smiled, "Madam, this old slave always thinks this is a dream. How come the person we have been looking for for so long pops up all of a sudden."

Xi Yalan put her fingers on the paper cup.

This was a cup of hot milk tea. The warm touch passed through the paper cup to her fingertips, and at the same time warmed her heart. "I believe in fate. The previous separation was fate, and the subsequent reunion was even more fateful."< /p>

"Madam, why don't we hurry up and inform the Marquis of this good news?" Aunt Rong was a little puzzled, "If we find the young lady, the Marquis will definitely be happy."
Chapter completed!