This must have been brought by Little Xiao, right?
Thinking of Little Xiao, Old Meng couldn't help but sigh.
In the past, when Little Xiao came to the Meng Family, she would also take out her homemade tea leaves to make tea for them. But now, he hadn't tasted the tea she brewed for a long time.
When Meng Xinian returned, he saw Old Meng holding the cup Little Xiao had painted for him. He walked over, took out another cup, and made tea for him.
He also made a cup of tea for himself using that cup.
On the plane, he kept thinking that once he got back here, without a word, he'd use this cup to brew the tea given by Little Xiao, drink a cup, and surely, the pain would ease quite a bit.
"Look at you, being so stingy. What, the cup given by Little Xiao, I can't use it?"
Old Meng felt a bit sour seeing him clutching that cup like that.
Little Xiao no longer brewed tea for him, and his eldest grandson wouldn't even let him use that cup.
