"Anyway, I don't like to drink it, so you try it." Jasmine Yale snorted and handed him a cup of freshly ground coffee.
"If it's not good, you'll have to drink it all," he teased her.
Xiao Ya quickly stepped back, shaking her head like a rattle drum, "No!"
She hated the bitter taste and never drank coffee, usually having milk for breakfast.
He picked up the cup and took a sip of the coffee she had made herself.
It was probably her first time making this fancy coffee, and the taste was indeed not commendable, but he finished every drop.
"Is it good?" She blinked her big eyes, looking at him expectantly.
"It's not very good; make it again tomorrow."
"Ah?"
She was stubborn and wouldn't stop until he said it was "good."
So, from that day on, she got up every day to make coffee, making him different varieties every day.
Back then, a cup of coffee every morning had become something he looked forward to every day.
