Su Qiutang reached out her hand and pinched a black grape between her slender fingers, preparing to throw it into her mouth. She then placed the black grape in her mouth and bit it with her teeth. The grape was tender and juicy, and it carried a rich spiritual energy. She spun it around and spat out the grape skin, which fell accurately into the trash can.
She raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes."What else?"
