Jiang Sheng replied quite matter-of-factly, "Oh, it's like this. Whenever I head home, I usually bring a cup of milk tea back for my mom. At her age, she's just like you young girls and loves milk tea, so I figured you'd probably like it too. Do you like it? I didn't know what flavor you preferred, so I just got the one my mom likes."
Han Xinyue forced a helpless, dry laugh. "Ha, ha, ha! I love it. This is my favorite flavor too; I never thought I'd share the same taste as your mom. Your mother must be quite a milk tea lover herself." So after all that, she had just been overthinking it.
Whenever Jiang Sheng thought of his milk tea-loving mother back home, he felt as though she was around his own age, with a mental age even younger than his actual years.
Chapter 110