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But since I had already cut it, I had to eat it before it oxidized.

Su Yinhe still ate it in one bite.

Sweet.

It was the kind of apple she liked, both crunchy and sweet.

"I want to eat too." Lin Murong, who was originally whining, clamored for a bite when he saw it.

Just as he reached out to grab it, Chi Yan shoved an unpeeled apple into his mouth.

Chi Yan ignored Lin Murong's look of resentment and began to ask Su Yinhe what she'd like to drink.

"I'm good with anything." Su Yinhe wasn't picky—she could drink plain water, tea, or any kind of soda.

"Then let's have tea."

"Sure, I'm fine with anything." Su Yinhe nodded obediently.

Su Yinhe thought making tea was simply about putting some tea leaves in a cup, pouring in boiling water, steeping it briefly, and then it was ready.

But it turned out Chi Yan's way of drinking tea seemed different from what she had imagined.