Last time, she guessed that she was not her mother's biological child, so she gave him a small package like this, but in the end she didn't dare to ask for the result.
"This time, I want to know the result." She emphasized again.
Yan Han took the things and put them into his inner pocket.
Song Xiang deliberately observed his expression. He didn't ask anything. Just like last time, he seemed to have already known everything.
Her heart was pounding and she couldn't wait to ask him about the results of his investigation.
Sensing what she meant, Yan Han patted his pocket and said honestly: "I haven't had time to check the results of this yet."
Song Xiang was slightly disappointed, then breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
"That……"
She looked at the door and remembered her purpose of coming in.
He raised his hand and poked Yan Han's head.
"I'll order, two cups of lemon black tea."
Yan Han: "..."
…
Outside
Song Xiang went in for a long time, but there was no movement inside.
Rong Boye and Rong Zhe both knew clearly and were not worried about her safety.
"It takes so long to make a cup of tea, which shows that the craftsmanship is not good." Rong Zhe said casually.
Rong Boye: "The house looks good, so it's easy to deceive girls."
Rong Zhe snorted, as if he was really talking about tea, "He's not the only one who sells good-looking tea. If you walk around, there might be one in front of you."
Rong Boye said calmly: "If you see the right person, why would you want to move forward?"
Rong Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and glanced sideways at the cabin, his displeasure evident on his face.
After a long time, there was finally movement inside, and Song Xiang opened the door and came out.
Rong Zhe raised his voice, "Miss, what took you so long?"
Song Xiang had a look on his face, "The boss is a newbie and not very skilled."
"If you're not proficient, you should go back and practice. If you're not good at it, you'll be embarrassed." Rong Zhe complained unceremoniously.
Song Xiang: "..."
She laughed dryly and went over with two cups of tea, one for Rong Zhe and one for Rong Boye.
Rong Boye took the tea and tasted it immediately.
Before he could say anything, Rong Zhe clicked his tongue, "There's no tea aroma at all, it's all lemon."
With that said, he put the lid on the tea and said, "I'll complain to him."
Rong Boye raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
Song Xiang was shocked and quickly stopped at the door.
"Uncle Rongzhe, this is not appropriate."
Rong Zhe keenly caught the word "uncle". In an instant, he felt that his soul had been sublimated. He turned his head and glanced at Rong Boye.
Rong Boye paused while holding the cup, something flashed in his eyes, and he pursed his lips to avoid looking.
"Boss, it's not easy either. You can just make do with it, okay?" Song Xiang was still in shock and stopped in front of the door.
Rong Zhe coughed slightly and looked at Rong Boye, "Sir, what do you think?"
Rong Boye took a sip of tea and frowned, "There should be a genetic problem with this craft, and you are not naturally suitable for making tea. It would be better to change your career."
Song Xiang: "..."
She laughed awkwardly, knowing in her heart that the little trick had long been seen through.
"Forget it, the store is going to be gone, don't bother with him." Rong Zhe relaxed with a smile in his eyes, turned around and walked back.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed, hurriedly applying the brakes and quickly pushing Rong Boye forward.
Inside the cabin
Yan Han sat behind the bar with his arms folded across his chest, the corners of his mouth were depressed, and his face was dark.
Yan Song climbed out of the cabinet and wiped the sweat from his head, "Master, I don't think Mr. Rong was talking about tea just now."
Yan Han glanced at him and gave him a cold look, "I'm not stupid."