The old man smiled and said, "Little girl, you still want to steal my tea leaves!"
"You never drink the tea I make for you on normal days, but today you're so eager. So, who is this fish soup for?"
Shen Mu blushed slightly and said, "It's for a friend. Grandpa, don't be so stingy, what's wrong with taking some tea leaves?"
The servant packed two bags of the old man's new tea for Shen Mu and put them in the bag of the thermos.
Shen Mu carried the bag and said, "Grandpa, I won't come back for dinner tonight. You eat well and don't worry about me."
She turned and went out from the front door. Shen Qingrou looked at Shen Mu's back and felt a little confused.
She hadn't yet figured out whether this action was a success or a failure.
The bag of problematic tea that Jiang Anning gave to Shen Mu was indeed in her hands, but the problem was that Shen Mu didn't drink it in front of her. So, in the end, who would drink this tea?
