Lu Xunzhi pushed open the door and saw Song Zhen tinkering with something in the tea area.
He smiled slightly and said softly, "Making coffee?"
"It's too late, drinking it will keep me awake." Song Zhen didn't look at him and continued to work on the thing in his hands, adding, "Zhouzhou's stomach isn't good. I've looked it up online these days, and it turns out milk tea is very good for the stomach. When drinking black tea, adding some sugar or milk has anti-inflammatory effects and can protect the gastric mucosa, and it also has some effect in treating gastric ulcers."
With that, he handed a cup of the prepared milk tea to Lu Xunzhi: "Try it, is it good?"
Lu Xunzhi took it, tried it, and smiled: "It's good! Really very good!"
Song Zhen's eyes shone brightly, and he said with some pride: "Then I'll start making it for Zhouzhou to drink tomorrow."
