When Zhou You got home, Duan Yuxian was lying on his bed, looking utterly lifeless, like a dried salted fish.
"Let me borrow your bed for a bit." Duan Yuxian looked as though she had nothing left to live for.
The mattress in her tent was practically nonexistent. Lying on it was no different from lying on concrete. A proper bed was much more comfortable.
What could Zhou You say? He had spent all day cultivating his soul and studying, keeping himself impossibly busy, and wanted to lie down too. Oh well, he would let Duan Yuxian have it.
Zhou You noticed some milk tea on the table. The bag bore a brand he had never seen before.
"Herbal Medicine Milk Tea?"
"That's where I worked today. I brought you some milk tea. My treat." Duan Yuxian forced herself up to speak, then went back to playing dead on his bed.
"The herbal medicine tastes pretty awful, so I left it out of yours. It's just milk tea."
Zhou You opened the bag and found two identical cups of milk tea, one of which was his.
He lifted out a cup. It was heavy, with so many toppings they were practically overflowing. The drink was as thick as porridge.
No, even the millet porridge he had drunk in the cafeteria that evening had not been this thick.
For the first time, Zhou You learned that working at a milk tea shop apparently meant you could add as many toppings as you wanted and even take drinks home.
He helped himself to a sip, but before he got so much as half a mouthful of milk tea, the toppings clogged the straw.
He had no choice but to take off the lid and scoop out the toppings with a little spoon