Jing He plucked a kernel off the corn cob. "Look at this kernel. It's fully golden yet crystalline—doesn't it stir your appetite?"
Taking the kernel in her slim fingers, Mu Wanqiu held it in front of her eyes as she studied it carefully, her beautiful eyes overflowing with surprise. "It's almost three times the size of an average kernel, and it looks like it has definitely gone through evolution… ah!"
As she spoke, Mu Wanqiu's fingers had pinched the kernel firmly. Such a normal move would have been fine if she had been holding an ordinary kernel. On the other hand, Jiang He's corn...
Even a single kernel was supple. Its skin thin, its juice overflowing, and exceedingly tender. One soft pinch, and pop! It burst open, leaking milky-white juices and letting out a special, sweet corn scent.
