"Ah, hurry, hurry!" Jiang Xiangwan shouted anxiously from the side.
Father Qin took a small plate and scooped some out first.
The freshly cooked honey dates were still steaming, each one coated with syrup, looking like bright amber, crystal clear.
The syrup poured over the honey dates like a sauce, releasing a fragrant aroma.
Jiang Xiangwan couldn't resist and picked up a chopstick to pop one into her mouth.
The photographer, who was about to take a photo of the freshly cooked dish: "..."
The soft, warm honey date melted in the mouth, the sweetness instantly filling the taste buds, the cooked fruit flesh melting instantly, its skin tender and slightly sweet.
With a gentle press of the tongue, the small date pit was squeezed out, the soft and delicate flesh sliding down the throat.
Jiang Xiangwan's eyes lit up, feeling unsatisfied, the lingering sweetness in her mouth made her yearn for more.
Han Liheng and Father Qin looked at her: "How is it?"
