"It's just some powder added to the milk, Zhuzhu's...I don't know very well, it's all drunk by Pang Tuan. She doesn't like drinking water, so she asked the palace to prepare it." Xiang Minghou also likes to drink it.
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Sang Zhi savors it carefully.
"Let me have a drink too." The little girl likes to drink, and Dean Chen is also greedy.
Xiang Minghou ordered his maids to prepare.
While the others were talking, Sang Qi had already eaten half the plate of cakes. He was a little thirsty and picked up the cup on the table and took a big sip. After swallowing, he stared at the cup in surprise.
He has never drunk tea that tastes so delicious.
The little maid served milk tea to Dean Chen. Dean Chen picked it up and took a tentative sip. The milk was full of sour, sweet and fruity aroma.
"It's really delicious. The tea and food at the General's Mansion are excellent. I really don't want to leave here." When Dean Chen was young, he traveled all over the four countries and saw a lot of things.
At this age, he no longer has much curiosity about anything. However, he has only known the little girl for more than a month, and there are so many novel things that make him feel that his life at such an age has been in vain.
"Master likes to stay as long as he wants." The voice fell and Ye Qianning walked into the hall.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they looked at it, but Sang Qi snorted disdainfully and ate the cake in his mouth.
"Hey, the little girl looks really good in what she wears today." Dean Chen praised.
"It looks good, the new clothes my fourth wife made for me." Ye Qianning came in and smiled, saluting her father and then the dean.
Xiang Minghou couldn't help laughing when he saw her clumsy movements.
"Okay." Dean Chen couldn't stop smiling.
Ye Qianning chuckled, walked to Sang Zhi and sat next to him: "Does the milk tea taste good?"
"Yeah." Sang Zhi nodded.
"There will be delicious meals and juice at noon, all prepared for you." Ye Qianning prepared a lot of snacks for Sang Zhi yesterday.
Sang Zhi said nothing, feeling warm in his heart.
"Can't you see the prince?" Sang Qi heard clearly. Why should he prepare for Sang Zhi? He is obviously the prince.
"The prince is not busy eating." Ye Qianning's eyes fell on the plate: "If you don't know, you would think that the prince has never eaten snacks."
"...Hmph." Sang Qi put down half of the pastry in his hand.
Only then did Xiang Minghou and Dean Chen realize that the prince had actually eaten a whole plate of pastries in a short time, leaving only half of them in his hands.
"Pang Tuan, you study hard with your master. Dad has to go to the inn and won't be back at noon." Xiang Minghou stood up.
"Isn't there an envoy waiting for you at the post house? What is dad going to do?"
"General Xilun had dealt with him on the battlefield, and when he was sent to Beili as envoy, he heard that my father was in Kyoto, so he warmly invited me. It would be too imprudent not to go."
"Go ahead, but dad can't drink. Your injuries are still intact."
Ye Qianning checked that the general was about the same age as his father. A few years ago, there was a conflict between Beili and Xilun, and the fatal injury on his father was caused by General Xilun.
The source that caused my father to be unable to have an heir.
"I know, I know, without the little girl's permission, dad would not even drink a sip." Xiang Minghou has not drank at all since the injury.
"Du Ying, you stay with dad and watch him. If he drinks, dad won't come back home today." Ye Qianning was worried, fearing that General Xilu would use what happened back then to ridicule his dad.
Dad has a bad temper. It would be bad to get into a fight in Kyoto City.
"Yes." Du Ying accepted the order.
Xiang Minghou glanced at Du Ying and sighed, the guard he had arranged for his daughter was now supervising him.
Seeing Du Ying for the past half month gave him a headache.
