The bell tower rings.
A new day has begun.
Kuanzheng Square is already bustling with activity.
Adults go to work, children go to school.
The aroma of cooked food wafts from the kitchen of Qin Yao's home. Sheep's milk is boiled, crushed tea leaves are stirred in, then the mixture is filtered through three layers of fine cotton cloth, resulting in a steaming, ungamey pot of milk tea.
Those who like it sweet can add sugar, while those who prefer the original rich flavor need not add anything. The texture is smooth and thick, and Sanlang can drink up two large bowls by himself.
Were it not for the fear he might overeat, Yin Le might have let him have another bowl.
In contrast, Second Lang and Si Niang are not fond of this milk tea. They only sip half a bowl, pinching their noses, because Mother insists they drink it.
Da Lang, however, doesn't mind. Knowing that drinking sheep's milk is good for the body, he drinks a full bowl every day.
