Although Yang Yongjin, the shopkeeper, went back to the village to attend the wedding banquet of the third girl, everything in the county restaurant was still in order.

When they learned that the boss was bringing a young lady, several stewards put down their work and came over to greet her.

Yang Ruoqing waved her hands towards them and said with a smile: "I'll stay with my daughter for two days, everything will be as usual."

The stewards quickly returned to their posts. Although the shopkeeper was not there, the boss was there, and each of them worked harder and harder on their job, working conscientiously in every aspect, just to leave a good impression in front of the boss.

Yang Ruoqing took Baby Luo back to the small courtyard that belonged to her in the backyard. She stayed here every time she came back to the county. It was always cleaned, the windows were bright and clean, and the beds were soft.

As soon as the mother and daughter sat down, Luo Baobao said to Yang Ruoqing with a mysterious face: "Mom, let me show you something good. You must have never seen it before. I guarantee you that it tastes good."

"Oh? That's good, let me give it a try."

Yang Ruoqing smiled. Apart from urine, there was nothing in the world that she had not drank before. She also drank raw blood when she was very hungry.

“Thump thump thump!”

Luo Baobao took off a deerskin water bag hanging from his waist and held it up in front of Yang Ruoqing.

"Mom, try it."

Yang Ruoqing took it and saw that the water bag was bulging, obviously filled with liquid.

She unscrewed it directly, and after unscrewing it, she put her nose to the mouth of the bag and smelled a familiar smell that she had not seen for a long time.

"Mom, drink quickly." Luo Baobao urged from the side again.

Yang Ruoqing picked up the water bag and took a sip.

Warm and mellow, the fragrance of tea has the deliciousness of milk. When you drink it in your mouth, it is sweet but not greasy.

It’s really milk tea!

This taste is in modern times, and the label on the cup must be: Matcha flavored milk tea.

"Mom, does it taste good?" Luo Baobao asked excitedly from the side.

Yang Ruoqing wiped the corners of her mouth and handed the bag back to her, "Well, it tastes good."

"Have you never drank before?" she asked again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head, "Well, I really haven't drunk it before. What is this?"

"Haha, there is finally something in this world that I know but my mother doesn't know. I'm so excited." Baby Luo was so excited that she clenched her pink fist and waved it gently. She was worried that the milk tea in her hand would be spilled, so she had to be cautious.

Come down.

"Mom, this thing is called milk tea."

milk tea?

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes and smiled. History is always surprisingly similar. I didn't expect that people in this time and space would still give it the same name.

"Where did you buy it? I haven't seen any place selling milk tea in Wanghai County!" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Could it be that they were brought back from Yangzhou?

That's even more impossible. After leaving Yangzhou, we have been taking the waterway and taking a boat back. If we had brought a bag of milk tea from there, it would have gone rancid halfway.

However, the milk tea I just drank tastes very fresh, as if it was just made today. The taste is also very delicate, pure, full of milky aroma, sweet but not greasy. It can be seen that the manufacturers of milk tea really use

Make milk tea with your heart.

Luo Baobao smiled like "goose..." and held up the milk tea in his hand to Yang Ruoqing, who looked proud and proud.

"I didn't buy this. It was given to me by Jingling when I left this morning. It was the milk tea he made for me!"

"What?" This time, Yang Ruoqing was really surprised, "You said this milk tea was made by Jingling and given to you?"

Baby Luo nodded seriously, with a sweet smile on his face as he recalled the scene in the morning.

"Jingling said that this was the first bowl of milk tea since the beginning of winter, and he asked me to take it with him on the road and drink it slowly."

"Because it tastes so good, I want to bring it back to my mother and grandma to taste it. I keep holding it in my arms and can't bear to drink it! So, am I a very filial and filial daughter? Isn't that you, mother?

Where’s your thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket?”

The first bowl of milk tea in winter?

What kind of plot is this!

Yang Ruoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Did Jing Ling say it himself? But hasn't he never spoken much?"

When Jingling was first brought back by Zuo Junmo, he was a complete 'little mute' and did not say a word to anyone.

Mrs. Zuo and Zuo Junmo thought he was a deaf-mute child for a while, so they hired many doctors to test and diagnose him. Later, they discovered that the child had such a personality, which may have something to do with the environment in which he grew up. He could not be impatient.

Later, he met Luo Baobao. Perhaps it was because of a mutual affinity that Jingling was actually willing to use painting to communicate with Luo Baobao.

Later, when he began to recognize words, he replaced them with words.

Later, as the two children spent more time together and grew older, Jingling could already speak some simple words, but he could not speak a complete sentence of more than five words.

"Mom, you don't know, right? Jingling talked a lot to me during this trip to Yangzhou. We talked all the way, and he spoke very eloquently! I asked him to go back and practice more until we meet next time.

I taught him how to argue!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and pinched Luo Baobao's nose gently: "Jingling is lucky to have a master like you in Tan. If you master this skill, your left uncle will be angry to death sooner or later."

"Mom, you are such a killer of chats!" Luo Baobao was very unconvinced, "I am a bully, so have I made you and my father mad to death? You are just worrying."

"Okay, okay, I'm just worried. Come on, give me two more sips of milk tea!"

As for the first bowl of milk tea in winter, this line, thanks to Jing Ling, can be used as a joke in the modern era of developed network information. For milk tea merchants, it will make them laugh out of their dreams.

Luo Baobao took out the milk tea and carefully poured it into the bowl.

Yang Ruoqing said: "We will simply share this milk tea. When we get home, I will make a big pot of milk tea for your grandma and Ga Po to try."

"Mom, you can do this too? This is your first time drinking!"

"Haha, have you underestimated your mother and me? Brewing, blending perfume, refining medicine, running a factory to woolen wool, and the sweater you are wearing, isn't it all the work of your mother and me? It's just a bowl of milk tea.

Can you give me a hard time?"

Not only the first bowl of milk tea in winter, but also in other seasons of spring, summer and autumn, we can make it for you.

"Mom, I feel so full after dinner. I feel like I just spent the whole day eating and drinking."

When the lanterns first came on, Luo Baobao was stroking his belly and acting coquettishly with Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing also laughed: "I'm full too. Speaking of which, why do I feel like I've forgotten something and haven't done anything?"

"Haha, mom forgot to hug me."

Luo Baobao stood up and stretched out his arms towards Yang Ruoqing, lying in her arms like he did when he was a child, with his head on her shoulders.

Looking at this girl who was as tall as herself, Yang Ruoqing was very pleased.

Hug your children more while they are still willing to be held by you. Poor parents in the world...wait, parents? She remembered what she had forgotten!

"Baby, can you rest in the house first? Mom still has to go to the county prison to pick up your aunt and uncle. Look at how this was done, and they ended up there!
Chapter completed!