When Heng Yi came out of the shower, Han Qiao and the others had already started drinking tea.
The room was filled with the tea's fragrance.
Ah-Yao also opened his mouth, and Han Qiao gave him some with her cup.
It was a little bitter, and the child did not like it very much in an instant. He frowned and shook his head.
When he saw Heng Yi, he smiled and reached out to him.
Heng Yi caught him and tossed him around, making the little boy giggle nonstop.
Heng Yi sat at the table. The food was already served. He held his son in one hand and ate with chopsticks in the other.
Han Qiao smiled at him, "This tea is very fragrant."
She had also bought a few catties of good tea. It wasn't cheap, but this tea tasted far better than the ones she bought.
"Shulan, split the packet of tea into two portions. Give one portion to Ah-Xiu and the others, and the other half to Ah-Chi."
"Yes, Madam,"