"It belonged to someone else. They left it with me," Cheng Lang said casually.
The others heard Cheng Lang say that and did not ask any further questions.
Cheng Lang went into the bathroom for a shower, changed into another set of clothes, then strolled over to the milk tea shop.
At six in the evening, the milk tea shop was especially busy. The six staff members, plus Shen Huaiyu, were run off their feet, yet they still could not keep up with the orders.
Cheng Lang conscientiously went behind the counter to help. As Liang Yanyan placed orders, she told him, "We're running low on Milk Tea Paste and Milk Tea Powder."
Cheng Lang asked, "How much is left?"
"Not much," Liang Yanyan said. "At most, it will last another three or four days. There are just too many customers. I don't know what happened either. Since this morning, a lot of people have suddenly been calling to ask whether our milk tea shop delivers. They said they couldn't find our milk tea on the delivery platforms at all, and asked why we didn't offer group deals."
"Some people also asked whether we had other branches in X City besides the one at X University. They really wanted milk tea, but X University was just too far away."
After hearing Liang Yanyan's feedback, Cheng Lang said nothing.
Over dinner that evening, Cheng Lang discussed it with Shen Huaiyu. "We should build our own Milk Tea Paste production line."
"Sure!" Shen Huaiyu nodded without the slightest hesitation. "I support your decision."
"Let's find a time to meet your father's old friend first." Shen Huaiyu's father's close friend was named Luo Pu. He was the vice president of the city's tea association and also the owner of Xuanpu Tea House. He