She smiled at me and sipped some of her milky tea.
They arrived the next day, heavy, lined, the color of milky tea.
They had cups of sweet milky tea and they sat at a table.
She barely had money to buy milk, and with it, she made a pot of milky tea for the family each morning.
She was crying quietly, a cup of milky tea on the table beside her.
And each morning, over sweet, milky tea, he records the day's death toll: 19 one day, 31 the next, 7 the day after.
A mug of milky tea coagulated slowly in front of him.
She'd have liked a nice cup of milky tea.
Slowly she stirred her milky tea and considered a moderate reply.
They opened up tea hotels, offering milky teas with snacks.
