Xizeer really dislikes sour things. Although yogurt is sweet, once it enters the mouth, the sourness becomes overwhelming.
Wu Nian sat across from Xizeer, "There's no plain water, only yogurt. If you don't want to drink, then forget it."
Xizeer curled his lips, stood up, went around the kitchen, and saw an electric kettle. He filled it with water and boiled a pot of water in the kitchen before leaving.
When the water boiled, he took a cup from the cabinet, scalded it with hot water, washed it clean, then poured a cup of water and carried it out.
Wu Nian was deeply exasperated by Xizeer's familiarity, as if he treated this place like his own home.
After Xizeer sat down, he gently blew on the water in the cup and took a small sip.
Wu Nian asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
Xizeer put down the cup, "Don't you have anything to ask?"
"I'll give you a chance to ask me a question, and you can ask the one you most want to know."
