Jiang Beiyu had never drunk this stuff, but his mother did.
Whenever his mother got her period, his father would be the perfect husband and take care of her. Their home never ran out of ginger brown sugar, and his mother loved it. She would drink it in large amounts around her period.
Jiang Beiyu had smelled it before; the ginger scent was a bit overpowering.
"Is it really that bad?" Jiang Beiyu asked.
Su Nanzhi brought it to him without saying a word, but her intention was clear.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
So, he picked it up and took a sip, then expressionlessly set it down, pushing the ginger brown sugar water aside.
Not really that bad, but not good either.
"Alright, if you don't like it, let's not drink it. Let's have breakfast."
Su Nanzhi: "Okay."
Just after they finished breakfast, the police came to take a statement.
