At that time, Yan Xixi was busy in the kitchen.
When the milk boiled, she saw the news popup. But she only glanced at the headline and closed it.
Hot milk coffee, the kind with fresh chocolate sweetness, with the faint fragrance of early blooming osmanthus in the air.
"Xixi, I've gotten used to your coffee. I'd definitely find it hard to adjust if I didn't have it for a while."
Yan Xixi smiled, "I've already taught Aunt Yang how to make it. Don't worry, she won't do worse than me."
Liu Daqing felt a jolt in his heart.
This girl, she didn't say, "I'll make it for you when I come back for winter break" — not like that — she sometimes lies, but she never makes excuses — for most people, they would just smile and say "no problem" — which is just a polite response, not to be taken seriously. Anyway, when the time comes, there's always an excuse if she doesn't come back, right?
But Yan Xixi didn't.
In fact, she is more sincere than most people she knows.
