Lifting the drink that bore a resemblance to orange juice, John took a delicate sip.
The taste was genuinely impressive, lacking the tanginess associated with real-world orange juice, instead offering a hint of mild sweetness.
"Miss Isabella's craftsmanship is commendable. Even if you were to leave Dawn Breeze Auction House, I reckon you could thrive running your own beverage store and make quite the fortune."
Flattered by John's praise, Isabella's face displayed a perfectly balanced blush, "Mr. Galewind, always the jester. My creations are crafted from the most ordinary fruits in this game world, producing beverages with no bonus effects. Who would be interested in such plain fare?"
John replied with a soft smile, neither confirming nor denying her self-deprecating words.
After finishing his drink and sharing some light banter, Isabella cleared the table of utensils, packing away her mixology tools into her backpack.
