Shen Jiayue looked at the sour plum soup in front of her, her face full of surprise and delight.
The rose-red liquid sat in a crystal-clear glass, looking absolutely magnificent under the lights, especially with the ice cubes adding a touch of sparkle.
And that little splash of vibrant green at the rim gave the sour plum soup a fresh, lively vibe.
Even if you don't take a sip, just looking at it makes you feel totally refreshed.
It's just too pretty, I almost can't bring myself to drink it!
"Wow! This is so good, it's icy cold with a hint of osmanthus, and it feels so refreshing... Yueyue, if you're not drinking yours, can I have it?"
Chen Yan took a big sip with her straw.
She instantly fell in love with the taste of this sour plum soup.
Compared to what my brother-in-law makes, what they sell outside hardly counts as sour plum soup—tastes more like hotpot water!
