"Is this sugar? This taste isn't right." Louise pinched another bit and sprinkled it into her mouth, "This taste, hiss, is pure enough."
The evening breeze fluttered the curtains, as the three leaders from near Langsande County gathered around the round table in the second-floor tea room.
Each of them pinched a bit and tasted it carefully, and a look of surprise blossomed on their faces.
This was too sweet, considering that even the purest brown sugar on the market always had a hint of bitterness and raw taste.
Yet this sugar was as soft as cashmere, melting instantly in the mouth. If not carefully tasted, one might barely notice the faint impurity flavor.
Bakers and confectioners would surely go crazy for this kind of sugar.
Louise and Ludvik exchanged a glance, unable to hide their astonishment and curiosity.
"Where did you get such white sugar?"
