He gently took the milk tea from her hand, his expression concerned. "Don’t you remember what happened last time? You’ll get a stomachache again."
Vera pouted, clearly unsatisfied. "It’s just a small sip..."
Mira handed her the room-temperature drink she was holding. "Drink this one. I don’t like milk tea," she said, stepping toward the car.
The three of them made their way to a lamb rib shop near the school gate. The owner instantly recognized them.
"Ah, you two! I remember when you were students here. You used to come to the restaurant all the time. Your class president even caught you feeding her a piece of meat while trying to hide a premature love affair..." The boss chuckled as nostalgia filled the air.
The good old days seemed to resurface in an instant.
The boss’ eyes landed on Vera. "Who’s this?"
"My sister," Elias replied smoothly, exchanging a few more pleasantries with the boss before finding a table.
Soon, the ordered dishes arrived, with the steaming lamb ribs bubbling temptingly on the table. The boss had also sent a couple of extra dishes on the house.