"Slurp~ Ah..."
Du Yu held the cup, taking a warm gulp of ginger tea, and felt completely healed.
Warming his body, warming his stomach, warming his heart.
It's worth noting that Du Yu, at nineteen, had never been in the habit of drinking hot beverages, nor had any concept of health preservation.
As for the so-called "ginger tea," he was somewhat resistant because he didn't particularly like spicy flavors.
Turns out, Du Yu was oblivious to its value.
Aunt Su's culinary skills were superb; the steaming tea had a very mild ginger flavor.
It was further complemented with honey and daisies, blending into a subtle fragrance.
After drinking this bowl of hot ginger tea, Du Yu was almost intoxicated.
Uncle Lin Yuanfang truly was blessed.
Every time he went on a mission, there was a warm home, a gentle wife, and steaming daisy ginger tea awaiting his return.
What more could a man ask for in life?
