This was their promise, the promise of glutinous rice flour.
No matter where they saw Mu Qiuniang, they could present the gift they personally prepared, telling her this was a gift from Jiang Nuo, that he was always by our side. However, they should not cheer or shout, disturbing her. Just come quietly, leave quietly, as if she were a friend of ours.
"Qiuniang, you're here. Would you like to come into the store for a cup of milk tea?"
Sometimes, when Mu Qiuniang was walking down the street, a girl from a shop would happily greet her.
"Sure!" Mu Qiuniang nodded and went in to sit for a while.
The girl busied herself for a while and personally brought the milk tea over, "I made this myself, you know. My skills are the best on this street. Jiang Nuo said if you came, you must sit in my shop."
"Thank you."
"Is it sweet?"
"Very sweet."
"Hehehe... Jiang Nuo loved sweets the most."
"Yes, he loved sweets the most. I don't know how a grown man could love something so sweet."
