"How is it, tastes good, right?" Zhang Menglong passed a cup of pomegranate juice to Lu Yiyao.
"At least you remember!" Lu Yiyao took the cup of pomegranate juice, the unique taste fluttering her eyelashes slightly, "How is this pomegranate juice made? I've never tasted such delicious pomegranate juice before!"
"Nothing special about the method, it's all natural pomegranate juice," Zhang Menglong said, "This is from the blood pomegranates of the Ural Mountains, which can only thrive at very high altitudes. I had someone airship them over this morning."
"Airship? Just for a few pomegranates?" For a moment, Lu Yiyao felt as if she were drinking money rather than juice, estimating the air shipping cost must be many times higher than the price of the pomegranates themselves.
"It also depends on who it's for. If it's something you like, even if it's from under the Antarctic ice cap, I can dig it up for you!"
