"Alright, I'll make a few Wangyou Milk Teas for you first. Why don't you two find a seat and wait a bit?"
Although Lu Yunque said he was getting them for the two Lu elders, Yun Zijin couldn't just make two cups.
She decided to make one for Lu Yunque and Mo Bin, and as a small favor, a cup for each of his parents as well—six cups in total.
The other customers in the shop were a bit unhappy that Yun Zijin was letting Lu Yunque cut in line for Wangyou Milk Tea, but after hearing their conversation, they understood he had this privilege because he'd done her a favor.
Although they felt a pang of jealousy, they could only pretend nothing was happening.
Qin Sitong and the other two employees tactfully made space for Yun Zijin to prepare the Wangyou Milk Tea.
"Okay. Sorry to trouble you, Zijin."
Lu Yunque's mood visibly improved, and even the sharp lines of his face seemed to soften.
