Chapter 123 I Can Still Drink It. Help Me Infuse It Directly Through an IV!
Lu Qin received a call from a neighbor, a woman next door, asking for his help to move her car. Her vehicle was parked in a parallel spot on the roadside, and she couldn’t get it out.
It wasn’t that Lu Qin had parked carelessly, the neighbor simply had poor driving skills. She couldn’t maneuver her car out of the space, even with 50 centimeters of clearance in front and behind. Not wanting to scratch Lu Qin’s new car, she had to call him over.
Inside the house, Lu Qin had only stepped out for a moment when Fang Ya sneaked into the kitchen and brought out a large pot of osmanthus oolong tea.
“Yao Yao, you can’t drink anymore. You’ve already had two cups,” Shen Muyan said, frowning slightly, stopping the little one from pouring her third.
One more cup, and it’d be time for a forehead flick.
As Shen Muyan spoke, she couldn’t help but hiccup, a faint osmanthus fragrance escaping.
“But Mommy, you’ve already had three cups. I want to drink three, too,” the little girl countered.
“A child’s stomach isn’t the same as an adult’s. If you drink more, your tummy will hurt.”
“No, it won’t. I can just rub it better,” Yao Yao replied confidently.
Meanwhile, Fang Ya, a devoted milk tea fan, had already downed five cups and was pouring her sixth. Despite her stomach being as bloated as if she were three months pregnant, she loosened her waistband to make room for more.
By the sixth cup, the tea could practically overflow to her throat, allowing her to keep goldfish in her mouth and blow bubbles.
Shen Muyan, busy stopping the little one, couldn’t keep an eye on Fang Ya. Both the little one and the grown-up seemed unable to stop drinking milk tea.
When Lu Qin returned and saw the large pot of osmanthus oolong milk tea brought out, it was evident the three had already had several cups. The little one was using her finger to swipe tea residue from her cup and licking it off. Shen Muyan hiccuped again, the aroma of osmanthus oolong wafting in the air.
Fang Ya, determined, was pouring her sixth cup, even though her stomach couldn’t take it anymore. Yet, as a milk tea addict, she insisted, “I can still drink it. Help me infuse it directly through an IV!”
Lu Qin’s face darkened.
Were they drunk on milk tea? Infusing it through an IV?
“Are you three trying to drink yourselves into the hospital?”
Lu Qin, expressionless, walked over and took the large pot of milk tea away. Fang Ya’s sixth cup was poured back into the pot, leaving them no chance to drink more.
Little Yao Yao tattled immediately, “Daddy, I only drank two cups! Mommy drank three, and Auntie Fang Ya drank five!”
Lu Qin glanced at the little one.
“If you drink one more sip, you’re getting a forehead flick.”
Then he turned to Shen Muyan.
“Didn’t you say you don’t like milk tea? Why’d you drink so much?”
“It was too delicious. I couldn’t resist. Besides, I didn’t drink that much…”
“Oh, not much, huh? Even your hiccups smell like osmanthus oolong.”
Shen Muyan covered her mouth with her hand and sniffed.
“What osmanthus oolong smell like? I don’t smell anything. Smell again.”
She leaned closer, opening her soft, pink lips slightly and exhaling gently.
Lu Qin stared at her stunningly beautiful face as it inched closer, her long, curled eyelashes framing her features. Her breath carried a faint osmanthus fragrance mixed with a light, elegant aroma. It smelled delightful.
She had indeed drunk too much, but it wasn’t an alcohol buzz. She had overeating at dinner and consumed too much sweet milk tea. Her stomach was full, drawing more blood for digestion, which left less for her brain. This phenomenon is known as a food coma or ‘postprandial sleepiness’.
Lu Qin extended a finger, poking her smooth, jade-like forehead, gently pushing her away.
“Go wash your face and take the little one home.”
Shen Muyan stared at him for a few seconds, then pursed her lips and said, “Okay.”
Fang Ya, still sulking over her unfinished sixth cup, protested, “I wasn’t drunk! I can still drink!”
Lu Qin glanced at her.
“Sure, you’re not drunk. If we drew your blood now, we’d probably get half a cup of milk tea.”
He couldn’t understand how she managed to drink five cups.
Shen Muyan chuckled, “Alright, we’re leaving now.”
Lu Qin warned, “If you sneak milk tea again, both kids and adults are getting forehead flicks.”
Shen Muyan rarely acted playful, sticking out her tongue.
“I dare you next time.”
Lu Qin packed some iced pastries, crystal shrimp dumplings, imperial chicken wings, and mung bean soup for Shen Muyan to take to her parents.
The little one hugged him tightly for a while. “Daddy, I don’t want to leave you. I want to help you at the stall tomorrow and be your little boss lady.”
“Next time, sweetie. Your grandparents miss you,” Lu Qin said, ruffling her hair.
“Daddy, I’ll miss you.”
“Daddy will miss you too. Be good at Grandma and Grandpa’s, okay?”
“Okay, I will. I’m always good.”
“You can have only one ice cream.”
“What? Then I don’t want to go to Grandma and Grandpa’s!”
Lu Xiyao was promptly tossed into the back seat of the Maserati by Shen Muyan. Fang Ya climbed into the passenger seat and waved goodbye to Lu Qin.
Shen Muyan said, “If you’re tired, skip the stall tonight and rest early.”
Lu Qin replied, “Got it.”
Sun Zhi and Fan Qingfang arrived half an hour early at the Changlin University Night Market Street, knowing from experience that the queue would be long.
When Lu Qin watched them leave, he tidied up, loaded the food into the trunk of his M7, and drove out of the old town. But when they saw the brightly lit arch at the entrance of the night market street, they realized they were late despite being early.
They were number 34 and 35 in line. Behind them, more people kept joining. The line grew longer and longer. Soon, there were over sixty or seventy people.
At the front of the line, however, the stall was still empty. Sun Zhi and Fan Qingfang exchanged glances.
How could one stall be this popular?
When they ran discounts on hotel buffet vouchers, it wasn’t this crazy. A sleek black M7 turned the corner at the traffic light and entered everyone’s view. The crowd erupted in excitement.
“He’s here! He’s here! He’s brought the iced pastries and crystal shrimp dumplings!”
“Tonight’s new item is osmanthus oolong? I can’t wait!”
“Imperial chicken wings! Imperial chicken wings!”
Sun Zhi and Fan Qingfang, hearing the other customers, were now certain this stall’s food must be extraordinary to draw such a crowd.
Lu Qin parked, stepped out, and opened the trunk. Customers eagerly helped him set up the tables and arrange the food boxes.
He set up a QR code sign and a whiteboard that read.