After she finished speaking, she turned to leave.
"Wait a minute."
Zhao Lianmai called out to her, and Zhu Yulan turned back around. Zhao Lianmai had already prepared a cup of milk tea and some desserts, neatly packed, and handed them to her.
"The boss gave me instructions about your favorite flavors, saying that if you came to the store, I should prepare a serving for you."
Zhao Lianmai didn't ask further, nor did she mention her own bad mood; she just curled her lips into a faint smile, the arch of service.
Zhu Yulan was stunned for a moment. She looked at the milk tea and desserts on the counter, indeed, these were the flavors she often snacked on when she "freeloaded" at the milk tea shop.
She hadn't expected him to remember so clearly.
Was he a small-minded person, memorizing her preferences so he could settle scores later?
Or was it just a heartwarming gesture, like central heating?
Either way, the sweet scent of the sugary treats always made one's mood more pleasant.