A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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A river breeze swept by, and there were still parasols next to the open-air café that hadn't been put away yet.

It was getting late, and the parasol was no longer of any use, but the light reflected off it made it look quite nice.

Minister Zhao Zheng is also very sensitive to being looked at.

He looked up and glanced around, then immediately spotted Minister Greta standing by the coffee shop window.

The white pearls are so beautiful.

Alpha, dressed in a neatly pressed gray-green suit and adorned with mother-of-pearl cufflinks, stood up somewhat awkwardly.

Minister Greta slowly walked towards him.

"Minister Greta, you've arrived. Thank you for coming. Please have a seat."

Minister Zhao Zheng composed himself, quickly stepped forward, and pulled out a chair for him.

"Thank you," said Minister Greta.

"Ah, no need, you're welcome." Minister Zhao smiled somewhat awkwardly.

He wasn't young anymore, but at this moment he still looked like a silly young man, not knowing what to say to his crush, only knowing how to laugh.

Minister Greta sat down, her sleeves brushing against the teakwood tabletop, and placed her hands on the table.

Whether it was due to racial advantages or not, his well-maintained hands looked as white as pearls against the backdrop of the dark brown teak boards.

A mother-of-pearl-colored optical computer was attached to one of his wrists.

But at times like this, the iridescent white of mother-of-pearl is not as beautiful as his hands.

Greta, a flawless white pearl.

Minister Zhao Zheng stared blankly, looking as if he had been dumbfounded.

Minister Greta wasn't in a hurry; she simply sat there and let him watch, intently examining the drinks in the glasses on the table.

The glass contained clear water; I don't know what kind of beverage it was.

Only half a cup left.

It was what Minister Zhao Zheng drank just now.

"Ah..." Minister Zhao noticed where his gaze was fixed, suddenly snapped out of her reverie, and quickly sat down opposite him, saying, "That's the lemonade I ordered earlier. Minister Greta, what would you like to drink? Coffee?"

Zerg would probably be more accustomed to drinking coffee, right?

"Is coffee the only thing on Earth?" Minister Greta smiled at him. "We in Liernia are really tired of coffee. Could you recommend something else to try?"

"If you enjoy tea, then try the world-famous Ceylon tea."

"Thanks."

Minister Zhao raised his hand to beckon the waiter to take their order.

Soon, a set of Ceylon black tea in a white porcelain teapot was served.

Ceylon black tea tastes best when served in a white porcelain teacup.

Besides the teapot and teacups, there was also a jar of sugar cubes and a pot of milk on the tray.

Ceylon black tea is often mixed with milk and sugar to make milk tea.

Sweet and delicious, it should be very much to the liking of the Zerg.

Minister Zhao picked up a white porcelain teacup and poured tea for Minister Greta, then added a sugar cube to it.

"Minister Greta, would you like some milk?"

"Yes, you can drink it. Thank you."

Minister Zhao then picked up the milk jug and poured one-third of the milk into the teacup.

The scalding hot reddish-brown tea blends with room-temperature milk, creating a smooth, light coffee-colored milk tea.

"This is a sweet tea, please have a taste." Minister Zhao pushed the teacup toward Minister Greta.

"Thanks."

Minister Greta picked up the teacup with both hands, brought it to her lips, and took a sip.

The tea was still a bit hot, leaving a steamy lip print on the rim of the white porcelain cup.

Minister Zhao Zheng saw it.

Oh no, he felt his eyes were going blank again.

"It's delicious." Minister Greta put down her teacup.

It's not just polite talk. The combination of black tea and milk is surprisingly delicious, and the added sugar cubes perfectly cater to the Zerg's sweet tooth. Any Zerg that comes to Earth in the future will likely love this drink.

As their lips parted, the lip print on the rim of the bone china cup faded slightly.

The teacup tapped slightly when it was placed on the table, and a little milk tea spilled out, with one drop landing on Minister Greta's hand.

Minister Greta pulled out a linen handkerchief folded into a square, and Minister Zhao Zheng hurriedly pulled out a decorative handkerchief from his chest to hand it to him for wiping.

Minister Zhao reached out his hand, but his sleeve accidentally knocked over the sugar cube jar as he handed it over, touching the table.

He was dressed too formally today, wearing a three-piece suit and cufflinks.

Minister Greta changed course to catch the falling sugar cube, but his suit sleeve accidentally knocked over the milk jug.

He was actually dressed just as well, but that was because the female insects of Lyrnia loved to look good, and he dressed so nicely every day. Minister Greta thought to herself.

It didn't matter if the sugar cubes spilled, but if the milk spilled, it would be much harder to clean up—the two of them simultaneously abandoned the sugar cubes to steady the tilted milk jug, their fingertips touching each other.

They paused for half a second, then retreated to the handle and spout of the teapot.

The two of them together righted the milk jug.

The sugar cubes spilled.

Minister Zhao then raised his hand to call over a waiter and asked him in a low voice to remove the spilled sugar cube jar.

The waiter removed the spilled sugar cube jar.

Minister Greta and Minister Zhao each looked away, and for some reason, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Minister Greta sipped the last remaining sweetened milk tea: "What a pity, there's no sugar left."

Minister Zhao coughed and said, "I can drink it without sugar."

Minister Greta said, "It's still a pity, it tastes better with sugar then."

Minister Zhao almost lost his temper and said, "We're out of sugar. What should we do? How about I have a sip of yours?"

Fortunately, he regained his senses in time and stopped himself.

That was close; I almost became a scoundrel.

Minister Zhao Zheng had no experience pursuing others, and Minister Greta had no experience being pursued. In short, the two of them were just pretending to be calm and collected.

Stay calm.

Small-scale event.

Stay calm.

Minister Greta lowered his eyes and folded the water-stained handkerchief, looking as if he wanted to leave.

Minister Zhao suddenly felt a little frustrated.

He must have had a terrible time tonight, right? Definitely a terrible time.

Minister Greta must have a very bad impression of him, and she will never accept his invitation again.

Good heavens, you're so talkative! You're usually so eloquent, but when it comes to actually needing your help, you can't say a word!

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The sound of a bell from a distant clock tower echoed over, ringing seven times; it was seven o'clock.

"Ah..." Minister Zhao suddenly thought of the next topic!

"Minister Greta, have you had dinner yet?"

Greta touched her forehead and covered her eyes.

Minister Zhao maintained his smile and tilted his head: "?"

No way, did he say something wrong?

That's normal. In the evening, everyone asks their date if they've had dinner yet.

Minister Greta lowered her hand: "Not yet."

Minister Zhao: "I know a pretty good restaurant, please do me the honor of having the chance to dine there..."

But he hadn't finished speaking.

"Are you inviting me to dinner?" Minister Greta interrupted him.

Minister Zhao looked at him nervously, as if afraid he had done something wrong again, and asked cautiously, "Uh... is it not allowed?"

Minister Greta looked at him quietly for a few seconds.

She smiled again: "No, it's okay, I can manage."

He has an exceptionally handsome appearance, with clear and bright eyes like distant mountains. When he smiles under the light, it's as radiant as spring flowers in bloom.

White pearls are so beautiful.

Minister Zhao Zheng's face turned bright red instantly, and he could no longer maintain his composure.