He Yiran unapologetically agreed, for what reason would she not want the coffee? To her, coffee was like drinking water.
Zhenzhen wordlessly shook her head and then left the private room.
The kitchen's teahouse had both cold and hot water, and in the adjacent refrigerator, there were pre-chilled ice cubes, all of which were commonly used and easy to retrieve.
She grabbed five cups, put ice in four of them, and left one without ice. The coffee that Yiran wanted to drink was already prepared in the cabinet of the private room, and common beverages like tea, juice, milk, and soft drinks were also available to pour at any time.
When Yiran returned to the private room, she naturally chose coffee—first pouring milk into the iced cup, then adding two pods of espresso concentrate.
This was the first time Mengzhen had seen Yiran add milk. She commented, "That's rare."
"Once in a while, I like to have something different," Yiran stirred and then immediately took a drink.