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... into coffee powder and then boiled in a coffee pot.

Ning Qing wrote down the ratio of coffee beans to water, and finally added a spoonful of sugar and two milliliters of milk.

Zhu Rui at the other end asked, [Madam, is this the president’s favorite? Would it be too light? ]

Ning Qing answered, [Not his favorite, but my favorite]

Zhu Rui replied with three dots, […]

Ning Qing’s mouth bore a sweet smile. What picky mouth. It was all because he was spoiled and not use ...

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