Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

"What is milk tea?" Yan Jingqiu was successfully diverted by Qian Yiman's words.

"Well... how to put it? To put it simply, it is a drink made from tea and milk."

"But it seems we don't have milk at home."

"Yes, someone sent it here early this morning." Qian Yiman had no choice but to tell lies.

It was true that there was milk in the kitchen, but she secretly took it out from the space and put it in the kitchen while Yan Jingqiu went to bed last night.

She originally wanted to use it to make a milk mask.

Now, it’s not bad to make milk tea, just treat it as a way to pamper yourself.

"Then can I learn from you?" Yan Jingqiu's face was full of desire to learn.

"Of course you can. Once you learn how to do it, you can make it for your grandparents next time you go back to Kyoto."

Qian Yiman felt that Yan Jingqiu seemed a little different today, and the smile in his eyes became brighter.

"Jingqiu, please hold your brother for a while. I'll go have breakfast first. After that, we'll make milk tea."

She has not yet learned how to hold a baby with one hand while eating, so she has to ask for help.

"Well, okay." Yan Jingqiu reached out and carefully took over her brother, sitting on the sofa and teasing him.

Yan Qinbei's child is soft and very cute. Yan Jingqiu especially likes to hold him.

Qian Yiman brought out breakfast, sat at the dining table and ate slowly.

Looking at the scene of the deep love between brother and sister on the sofa, she felt that it was quite warm.

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After breakfast, Qian Yiman prepared to make milk tea.

Yan Jingqiu, on the other hand, held Yan Qinbei and watched and studied carefully.

Qian Yiman is going to make a home version of homemade milk tea today, which will be simpler.

Get a smaller pot and place it on the stove.

First, according to the number of people in the family, put an appropriate amount of black tea and white sugar into a pot and fry over low heat until it turns into caramel color.

Then, following her intuition, she poured three small bowls of boiling water directly into the pot.

In fact, she had no idea how much water to add.

But only the three adults at home could drink, so she just added a bowl of water for each person.

Whether it succeeds or not, this is the only way.

When the water boiled, Qian Yiman poured all the milk he took out last night into the pot without hesitation.

It’s not a lot of milk, just about a liter.

There was no use for the remaining bits, so they were simply dumped.

She stirred it with a spoon and waited for it to boil.

While waiting for the milk tea to boil, Qian Yiman found an enamel basin with a lid.

I also put a piece of clean gauze inside for steaming things for filtering later.

After a while, the milk tea in the pot started boiling.

The sweet fragrance of milk tea is everywhere in the kitchen and living room.

Qian Yiman was afraid of burning himself, so he waited for it to cool down before pouring it onto gauze and filtering it.

Throw away the tea leaves and the milk tea is complete.

"Okay, Jingqiu, let's go out to drink." Qian Yiman filled two bowls of milk tea, took them out and put them on the table.

"I'll hold him. You sit on the chair and drink slowly. Be careful of getting hot." Qian Yiman hugged his son and warned him.

Yan Jingqiu smelled the fragrance of milk tea and couldn't help but take a sip.

As soon as she took it into her mouth, she was conquered by the taste.

His eyes started to shine, "It tastes really good. I've never drunk anything like this before."

Qian Yiman sat opposite her and said with a smile: "Drink more if you like. There is a big basin in the kitchen. You can fill it up yourself after you drink it."

Milk tea, she has never seen a girl who can resist such sweet temptation.

"Okay, thank you Aunt Qian." Yan Jingqiu said her thanks and continued to drink the milk tea in the bowl, her eyes narrowed because she liked it so much.

Qian Yiman looked at her and felt a little funny. He picked up the spoon and took a taste himself.

"Well, it's really good." It's not sweet or greasy, it's really delicious.

She even felt that her craftsmanship had surpassed those of those milk tea shops.

"What's good?" At this time, Yan Zhengting came back from get off work.

Naturally, he could smell the rich fragrance in the air. He must have figured out some new way to eat it at home.

"This is the milk tea. Try it. I just made it." Qian Yiman pushed the milk tea in his bowl in front of him and asked him to take a sip.

In fact, he didn't like to drink anything too sweet, but Yan Zhengting couldn't bear to refuse her enthusiasm.

He picked up the bowl and took a sip.

"How is it? Does it taste good?"

Qian Yiman looked at him expectantly, begging for praise.