Reborn As the School Hunk s Dearest Daughter - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Meng Ying Cheated Us On Our Money (I)
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Fu Ting purposely asked Meng Ying to work with them. She just wanted to drive the suspicious woman away.

Sure enough, she saw her retreating form. The little girl’s eyebrows arched as she covered her smile before flipping her cute middle finger at Meng Ying’s direction.

Fu Pei cocked his eyebrow, his eyes deep and charming as ever. “You don’t like her, I see.”

Fu Ting nodded without reserve, but she immediately came to realize something. Meng Ying’s true face was only known to her. In the eyes of the people who did not know the truth, Fu Ting looked like she was targeting someone without a good reason. Would her father think she was unreasonable?

Fu Ting raised her hand and motioned him to come closer so she could whisper to him.

“Troublesome,” Fu Pei sighed, but he still lowered his noble head for her.

The little girl sheepishly asked, “Daddy, do you think I’m a bad daughter?”

Her voice tickled his ear as his nose picked up the familiar scent of shampoo on the girl’s hair.

He could clearly see the fine hairs on the girl’s pink cheeks from the corner of his eye, and his hand itched to do something.

Although his eyes were vacant, Fu Pei saw her as an incredibly obedient daughter even if she was terrible at times.

“Well,” the young man replied coolly and haughtily altogether, “a little bit.”

“I just dislike her, Dad.” Fu Ting’s attitude became the complete opposite of her usual self; irrational and rude. “Don’t let her stay with us, okay?” she asserted childishly.

Fu Pei’s throat bobbed as he squinted. “Alright,” he spoke, voice alluring and languid, “only Little Fu Ting can stay.”

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Making milk tea required a few raw materials, thus Fu Ting went to the supermarket to buy them. Of course, she did not forget to drag her father with her.

They must first get the products to make the tea itself: black tea, oolong tea, green tea, and the likes.

The materials in this era were limited compared to the endless amount of choices she could have in the future. Nonetheless, the materials were good enough.

Next were the toppings for the milk tea: almonds, chocolate, honey, mint, sago, and so on.

Last but not least, they needed paper cups to fill the milk tea, straws, and other necessary materials.

It would cost a lot of money to buy these materials.

Others who did not know her purpose would think Fu Ting was buying useless things; a waste of money.

Many aunts and elderly women were gesticulating at them uncomfortably.

Fu Pei did and said nothing about it as he paid for Fu Ting’s materials. He felt and acted like a fatuous and self-indulgent ruler of a country.

The whispers never receded even as they paid and left, and they could still hear them from a distance.

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With all the materials ready, Fu Ting started to make milk tea.

Her first milk would be coconut milk tea, and she kicked it off with mixing coconut powder and black tea powder together. The coconut milk tea shared the same pastel brown color that any milk tea would, and the smell of brewed milk tea was particularly pleasant.

Fu Ting gave Fu Pei a taste of the coconut milk tea, almost as though she was offering him a treasure. Fu Pei took a sip, and his throat subsequently bobbed gently. The milk tea’s aroma stimulated his senses, especially his taste buds.

The young man’s eyes brightened, and for the first time, his arrogant mouth neither said ‘no’ nor ‘yes. “It’s not bad.”

He thought Little Fool was not serious in this matter, so he did not expect to be impressed.

How many amazing things about Little Fool was he still unaware of?

With Fu Pei’s own eyes, Fu Ting dedicatedly made fifty cups of differently flavored milk tea that morning.

They rented a tricycle to carry the fifty cups of milk tea and went to a fruit tea shop at the city center.

Fu Ting initially intended to be a supplier and have the milk tea sold in a fruit tea shop; it consumed too much time to set up a street stall. They could make money with dividends.

Of course, it was too good to be true.

“What’s this milk tea? It tastes weird! Can it give people diarrhea? I don’t want this! No!” The owner of the fruit tea shop looked disgusted.

Milk tea was not as popular in this era compared to the future. Currently, it was only prevalent in Taiwan.

Milk tea was only available in major cities of the country. Not a single seller launched it in Hai City, and most people were strongly resistant to any form of change.