Jiao Lizhi handed the milk to Jiang Li and said, "Aunt Feng, you don't have to be so polite. Here, this is for your family."
Holding the warm milk, Jiang Li hesitated. Even though she didn't know where the girl had gotten the milk, she still understood that fresh milk spoiled easily, even when stored in a refrigerator, let alone in the current weather.
When Jiao Lizhi saw her expression, she chuckled and said, "Aunt Feng, this milk is stored in my space, and a spatial space has the ability to keep supplies fresh for longer. It's still fresh, and you can have it with confidence."
As her thoughts were exposed, Jiang Li was embarrassed. She glanced at Jiao Lizhi and tried to explain, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to doubt you."
Jiao Lizhi smiled and replied, "Aunt Feng, I understand. It's a good thing to be more careful in our current situation." After she said this, she stood up and added, "My fiancé is still waiting for me to have a meal together. Let's chat another time."
