Han Jing couldn't help but think of An'an again. Oh, if only An'an could be here with them now, how excited they would be! After all, this is something filled with memories, something that belongs to their shared memories.
Later, I must ask Ming Qianyi for some more, so I can take it back to An'an when we return!
"Oh? Jing'er, do you have any other ways to prepare it? I've tried boiling it, but I always feel like I can't capture its essence," Ming Qianyi asked, puzzled.
"Of course, perfect timing, let's try it now." Han Jing excitedly forgot about the half-eaten lunch and said to Ming Qianyi, "Brother Yi, I'll need you to prepare a few things."
Then he mentioned a few simple tools to Ming Qianyi, and Ming Qianyi immediately had someone fetch them.
Han Jing carefully ground the beans into a powder. Who would have thought that although this was Ming Qianyi's own creation, the roasting wasn't bad.
