Class Three-Two.
Cheng Han had just taken his seat when Qian Qingqing immediately handed him an exquisite milky-white glass bottle.
He glanced at the bottle. "A hot drink?"
Thanks to the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame, he was extremely sensitive to heat and could even accurately judge its temperature—forty-two degrees.
Qian Qingqing flashed him a radiant smile. "It's snowing! Starting today, I'll bring you hot drinks every day."
The little girl chattered on, "I specifically had my dad install an insulated box in the car. This bottle of 'Nine Fruit Treasure' was only taken out a little while ago, so drink it while it's hot."
So-called Nine Fruit Treasure was a drink made from nine kinds of fruit. There were relatively few fruits in winter, so naturally, it was not cheap.
From her words, it was clear that she had asked her father to install the insulated box not for herself. Otherwise, why would she only be doing it now? Cheng Han unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and praised, "Not bad!"
Sweet and refreshing, sugary without being cloying. Delicious!
To be fair, drinking a steaming hot beverage in the frigid winter really was a pleasure.
Qian Qingqing beamed. "Then I'll bring you Nine Fruit Treasure again tomorrow!"
Cheng Han accepted the feeding without a shred of guilt. "Alright!"
He was fed every day anyway, so one more meal made no difference. As the saying went, too many lice, no need to worry about debts. Besides, at worst he could repay her with himself someday—and throw in a few children for free.
That was perfectly fair!
Qian Qingqing brought up another bit of gossip. "I heard my dad say last night that this year's Curfew Period might be moved up by a month, starting in October."
Cheng Han took a