He Yiran agreed without hesitation—if there's coffee, why wouldn't she have some? For her, coffee is just like water.
Mei Mengzhen shook her head speechlessly, then left the private room.
In the Teahouse behind the kitchen, there's both hot and cold water, and even a fridge nearby with pre-chilled ice cubes—these are all regular supplies, so grabbing what you need is no trouble.
She took five cups; four of them she filled with ice, one she left without. The coffee that He Yiran wanted was already stocked in the private room's cabinet. Same with tea leaves, juice, milk, drinks—they had a bit of everything, so it was easy to pour whatever they wanted to drink.
Back in the private room, He Yiran naturally picked coffee. She poured a bottle of milk into a cup with ice, then added two shots of concentrated liquid coffee.
This was the first time Mei Mengzhen had seen He Yiran add milk, and she commented, "That's rare to see."
