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Lying in bed at night, Yu Chunmiao playfully toyed with Qi Chong's Adam's apple. When he remained silent, he tilted his head back, intentionally rolling his Adam's apple for her amusement. Yu Chunmiao poked at it like a whack-a-mole game.
She began to express her thoughts about milk tea: "Milk tea is smooth and creamy, with the fragrance of milk complementing the aroma of tea, just like us—an absolute match."
Qi Chong was initially pleased but then grew concerned. "The milk tea sounds great, but it’s too much trouble to make. Plus, it's hard to transport the tea."
Yu Chunmiao paused her playful antics and rested her chin on his chest, deep in thought. After a while, she looked up and said, "I could sell Fang Zi to Lu Ziyou for a one-time profit or take a cut."
Qi Chong went along with her idea; he felt that as long as they had enough money, it didn't matter how much.
The next morning, the couple went out to buy a few cans of milk, a box of black tea, and a pound of sugar. They spent two secretive hours in the kitchen, and soon the aroma of milk tea wafted out, causing the servants of the Lu Residence to pause outside.
Inside, she caramelized the sugar until it turned golden brown, added the black tea, poured in hot water to brew it until it reached an amber color, and then added milk. She stirred continuously; before the milk tea was fully brewed, she strained out the tea leaves to avoid overcooking them.
After several attempts, Yu Chunmiao finally figured out the perfect ratio of tea, milk, and sugar. When she was in high school in the county, she had worked part-time at a milk tea shop near the school gate to ease her grandmother's financial burden. Her job involved packaging the finished milk tea for customers, sealing cups, and handling payments.
The shop was run by an elderly couple in their teens. They were honest with their ingredients; they didn’t use artificial sweeteners but instead bought bags of white sugar for brewing. The milk was real powdered milk rather than creamers. However, they did use special tea bags meant for making milk tea.
She never participated in brewing the tea since the elderly couple started working at four in the morning every day. But from snippets of conversation with them, she learned about the process. The grandmother often boasted about her authentic ingredients.
To avoid waste, they burned the leftover tea leaves in the stove and cleaned up their cooking tools afterward. Each time they made a batch, although Yu Chunmiao would always say that it lacked fragrance or sweetness and that the milk flavor was too weak, Qi Chong thought it tasted just fine.
When Qi Chong finally sipped from the last pot of milk tea, he felt as if he had opened the door to a new world. "Yu Chunmiao," he said with delight, "this is so good! Just like you said—the rich aroma of tea paired with creamy milk makes me feel so happy after drinking it."
Yu Chunmiao was so delighted that he couldn't help but bounce around; it turned out that even ancient people could be pleased by milk tea.
When Lu Ziyou took a sip of the milk tea, Yu Chunmiao saw silver coins in his eyes. Lady Lu was supported by two maidservants as she made her way to the hall. I had already caught a whiff of a delicious aroma earlier and heard the servants say that Qi Niangzi was in the kitchen preparing new dishes again.
Lu Ziyou hurriedly helped her sit down and said, "It's not a dish; it's milk tea. Let me pour you a cup." After taking a sip of the rich and smooth milk tea, Lady Lu's face lit up with joy.
Just as she was about to take another drink, Yu Chunmiao awkwardly interrupted her, "Lady Lu, there is tea in this; I wonder if you can drink it now." The smile on Lady Lu's face vanished instantly, and she sat there sulking.
Lu Ziyou quickly fanned her and tried to soothe her, saying, "Once the baby is born, you can drink it. You can have as much as you want." It was difficult to cheer up a pregnant woman when she was in a bad mood.
Feeling responsible, Yu Chunmiao hurriedly thought of a solution. Aha! Yu Chunmiao exclaimed, "You can't drink milk tea? How about I make you some Double Skin Milk instead? It only contains milk, eggs, and sugar—everything you can eat."
Lady Lu didn't know what Double Skin Milk was but felt that whatever Yu Chunmiao made would surely be fine. Double Skin Milk was the specialty of an elderly couple at the milk tea shop; she not only knew how to make it but also knew the recipe.
How could I not have thought of this sooner? Yu Chunmiao scolded himself for being such a foolish pig.
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