Shen Jiayue gazed at the Sour Plum Soup before her, her face alight with pleasant surprise.
The rose-red liquid filled the crystal-clear glass. Glistening with ice cubes, it looked exquisite under the lights. A sprig of mint at the rim added a touch of vibrant green, lending an air of vitality to the Sour Plum Soup. Just looking at it was enough to make one feel refreshed.
It's so beautiful, I can hardly bear to drink it!
"Wow! This is absolutely delicious! So cool and refreshing, with a delicate osmanthus fragrance. Drinking it makes you feel invigorated... Yueyue, if you're not going to drink yours, pass it over to me." Chen Yan took a large gulp through her straw.
She instantly fell in love with the taste of this Sour Plum Soup.
Compared to what my brother-in-law makes, the stuff sold outside can hardly be called Sour Plum Soup—it's more like dishwater!
