After an autumn rain, winter comes quietly. Fortunately, the sun is like spring these days, but it is also a little chill, after all, winter is here.
Yesterday I came back from outside and the girl from my house told me that she wanted to make milk tea and asked me to help her. I don’t know where this is a new skill she learned. In the end, we couldn't resist her, so we bought black tea, pure milk, and white sugar together. During the shopping process, her excitement was beyond words.
When I got home, the girl asked me to help prepare the teapot and do the rest by myself. I had no choice but to quietly watch her small figure shuttle back and forth in the living room. First put some water in the teapot, gently turn on the power switch , and wait for the tea to boil. She took some tea, sugar, and then opened a pack of pure milk for later use. The water was boiling, and the girl gently put the tea leaves into the teapot. Watching the tea leaves rolling up and down in the teapot, she shouted, "Dad, look, the tea leaves are dancing." Looking at her excited face, I smiled and continued to watch my own TV. When the water in the pot turned reddish-brown and the tea fragrance filled the room, she scooped a spoonful of sugar and put it into the teapot, and then carefully poured the milk into the teapot. At this time, the reddish-brown tea water in the teapot gradually faded, and the sweet milk fragrance was refreshing. She gently covered the lid and looked at the teapot intently, thinking about something, not knowing what she was thinking...
"It's time to eat" my wife's voice came from the kitchen, and our family started to eat. "It's overflowing" I looked up suddenly and saw the milk tea in the teapot overflowing. My girl and I quickly stepped forward and disconnected the power supply. Fortunately, there was no danger and not much overflow. The girl brought three tea cups and carefully filled the milk tea that filtered the tea leaves, and placed it in front of my wife and I one by one. Looking at the girl's cautious movements and the smile on her face, my wife and I looked at each other and our hearts were filled with happiness.
Hold the first cup of milk tea after winter with both hands, let the warmth spread out, let the fragrance of tea linger on the tip of your tongue, let happiness embrace us...
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